Yoko-san, my intermittent Hostmother

A rather unusual state of affairs has taken place in my hostfamily experience; i will be having two hostmothers. Granted one is for only 7 days and i will only be there for five of them, i will still get to live with two very different Japanese peoples homes. I am a little scared and nervous, as evidenced by my quick heart beat and elevated body temperature upon meeting Yoko-san yesterday. Okaasan had her friend, Yoko-san, over for lunch and apparently also for an afternoon of conversation as well. A sort of quick orientation for Yoko-san peppered with energetic conversations between my two mothers about things i mostly could not pick up because Yoko-san speaks at a million words per second. Again, wonderful food abounded. First, my hostmother had made tempura shrimp makisushi, pan-fried fish, and salad. The women were finished with still much food to be eaten. So i continued to stuff my mouth. Yoko-san was suprised by my exclamation that the fried-fish was delicious. Then came the best part; homemade lemon pie with traditional Japanese tea. The light bitterness enriched the light texture and semi-sweetness, semi-tartness of the pie, while the verdant taste of the tea leaves floated above it all like the smell of after-rain-mowing and a glass of lemonade.

I was awkward and nervous not answering Yoko-sans questions and stuttering. I looked to my hostmother, but to no avail, she knows too little english. I knew not how to answer the simplest of questions and i know no why, not even now. But on the whole i was able to answer them eventually and the experience was delightful regardless of the crazy leg syndrome i got from be still all day. i felt like a packaged sardine or a bird in a cage too small sometimes.

~ by tygerburningbright on September 8, 2008.