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Work, work and more work. Infinite shades

has come the weekend. Right now, Friday night, I'm dying of sleep after exhausting week as I live. And these guys are relentless. It's true what they say about the work capacity of this country. So I have no time for anything apart from buying a pillow, eat and bathe once in a while. That pace, uncles, persevering, and in some cases, even boring.

me explain. Sale one of Spain with the idea of \u200b\u200bputting the batteries and try to work with the intensity that would be desirable in Spain (because know that many times we have prepared some function in a week, and some even much less), and arrives here with the energy bar one hundred per cent, saying "now if I'm going to work in depth, as I always wanted to try a work of the Golden Age. " And these guys come and kill me, destroy me, leave me exhausted and just want to make coming home and happy off of Cervantes.

And it's not bad, far from it. For questions overwhelm me, and it flatters me (it means that trust in my opinion), just as I am flattered to answer them all, even more convoluted. Some, for example, are simple matters, such as English, take for granted, but to see how you explain to a Japanese student 20 years which means "Oh dear." They are charming, and sometimes I ate a snack when they do that I drool. But sometimes I just think that I can not be twelve hours a day speaking English, "a. .. east-..... .... rit-mo-......" explaining the difference that existed in the early seventeenth century between a solicitor and a notary without turning Tarumba.

are one of them, for example, is very worried because he thinks that his English is very bad (it's second year) and, moreover, is not a good enough actor to be able to express the nuances of the public, according to the , has its character. And all because one day I said his character was very boring (has 6 sentences) and was occurrence blessed to say no, it was very interesting because he looked like in any other difference between the world as it ought to be and how it really was. Overall, this film mount it on the head, of how excited he is, just think of all that the public voice. I told him that was very simple, you only had to look forward and say his sentence. But the thought that this was not enough and that he believed that he said to comfort him. So to help you find other gestures. And then he said that maybe that either. In short, every day I question the order of fifteen times (and I'm not exaggerating) what is the best way to pronounce a word or another (for example, "sorrow" or "reasons"). As I said, I'm flattered, of course, because it means trust in my opinion. But I confess that sometimes I'm tempted to say "no, look, the truth is that you have a minor role."

Just kidding, of course. But you win.

On the other hand, you have some photos of the Akashi Bridge, a suspension bridge which they say is the longest in the world or something. In the middle, down the road, there is a spectacular viewpoint. Before I continue this stupid face I have (notice how in the hands I have an orange book: it is the very famous guide to English-Japanese conversation "Lonely Planet"), and nothing but get under the bridge (ie where you take the photo below), I was so happy with my Ipod (Blessed English music) when it suddenly blew Pedro Guerra song "Under the Bridge." Since I have like 6000 songs and that of all sounded just that, something tells me that Japanese deities have taken me a dog.

Although of course I think it's more like my grandmother, where this, that after reading what I said a few days of our deceased family wants me to know that she is proud that her grandson was embarking for the adventure . Because she once bought squid by gestures, and I, half an hour after these photos, I learned on my own feet to catch a bus without fear of being wrong stop.

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Floor turn on the computer when I wake up and at night when I get to my room. First, for news of Soraya (blessed MSN), and then to check email and blog, just in case someone has written something. This morning, therefore I found the pleasant surprise of three messages, namely, my two dear Carlos and my father wanted no less. The first message (Herve Menard scripsit) has made me think about all day. Carlos has been here a few years, and I think if anyone can talk about the good and the bad feelings of cultural change is. In fact, much of the information on Hatsue (of my "What I leave for you") came from things he was telling me.

Now, hours later, I reread what I wrote yesterday and I think it needs some additional words to understand the general sense of how I felt the other day. It may change what I wrote yesterday, but I think these new and more appropriate, perhaps, someone saw the title and not read it thinking I had read it and was left without such qualifications or, in the words of Carlos, nuance. Infinite nuances.

Because if this is a friendly country in general terms, as I like to think lately so is Spain. Another thing is the individual, of course. But since I have come undone me in all aspects. It would be unfair to allow my tongue to the deal say negative things to me: I have paid the travel, accommodation, salary Professor, I have prayed that a class for all students of English drama of the Golden Age (class, of course, I paid extra), and also thank me every day that has made a long journey to help. Regarding the treatment of everyday people everywhere, just see smiles and attempts to help you understand a language they recognize complicated.

I think the other day was a mismatch. There are little cultural differences that need to be collated and clarified as a whole, and ultimately everything revolves around the point of view. The eye of the beholder. It is also true that the Japanese attitude towards foreign still seems unclear. Not me, I say, but I find it curious-no no, of course, just curious, that to use a word from another language to fit the word syllabic system. Do not know if that is representative or not. I do not mind. Only if they offered me a job here right now with the possibility that Soraya had facilities to accept him find work. And I think that says a lot about a country so different, but obviously so dear.

On the other hand, I do not want you to think I'm not here particularly sensitive, or whiny Or sad every minute. Absolutely. Today I've missed a few laughs with them incredible riding a scene from Cervantes to which we have (of all) found some nuances that I did not remember.

And to top it off, and an example of differences that could be saved, I'm taking a yoghurt with aloe vera that has me crazy.

promised to speak of the food here. I have not been forgotten. But now I have to leave you: I get up early tomorrow, I have to go buy a pillow as Sannomiya not let me use more than four towels each day.

See, I explain.

Goodnight lind @ s .

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Kyoto

Today is Tuesday. Weekdays I have no time for sightseeing, obviously, I have to work. So I had nothing special to tell yesterday, and stayed quietly for a while, I'm more handsome.

Yesterday, moreover, was not a good day. Nor was it bad. Lets leave it in regular. It turns out that one of the characteristics of the Japanese is that, apart from cordial, often cold and reserved. up there either, because I think that is something that all of us had ever heard about these niponcillos. What if they relate little to one another, that if they go on the subway like lemmings into the hole ... That's only half true, because I'm working with college kids, about 22 years, and things are not as rigid in general. You may, however, that some of them are family and I have not already heard it here does not express affection. I do not remember if I've seen some couples hand in hand since I'm here. Maybe yes, but not something usual. Anyway, I understand that this is a little more social than personal, if not done, it is not done. Else is how you react to each according to stimuli.

I was saying, then, that yesterday I felt something "given out," as among the students some (not many, do not believe, I mean two or three of nineteen) think that after all are doing a Skit Japanese BY Japanese for Japanese made, and that has to come a English who know not explain anything. These guys are (what a coincidence) the fourth (last year), which matches that have already been an exchange student in Spain or South America, and they understand what the text says Cervantes think they know everything. From the English department is trying to understand that this is not so, that the work is a means for them to learn English, and if there is a specialist in theater and English Golden Age, for the better because they can learn more. Some are excited, of course, and so I do see: indeed there is one full day being sewn me questions and I do not know how to get rid of it. And yesterday

differences became apparent when I wanted to defend my method of work trying not to break yours. I wanted them to understand that it is useless to repeat a scene saying the same phrase a thousand times if you do not understand what the phrase means, because that is not to learn English but memorize a prayer that might not mean anything to you. But they believe they spend an hour to sit and explain every sentence is a waste of time because there is little to release (the record they rehearse Monday through Friday, eight hours a day and weekends twelve hours a day for three or four months and still missing three weeks). I think it's very productive, I do know, and one of them answered me "is the important thing is not to learn English but to laugh at our colleagues in other courses" (not if you had explained that in the works represent, in Russian, Chinese, English and English subtitles for "I'll let everyone know that the characters are saying). I replied that it was not entirely true, because if the purpose is just to amuse the public, it makes little sense that the university would spend a fortune to bring a English teacher able to contract a Japanese actor. The boy was still erre que erre (cabezoncitos guys are something when they get) and finally had to remind the hierarchy, because here contradict a superior social death is almost immediate: in fact the only first-year students can talk with those of room because they are ashamed. In fact, until I remembered that I am their teacher and that is not normal to question a teacher how to give your class did not agree to reasons. Finally we got a deal and we've all been happy, but if there were a few minutes a little sad for my head.

And I thought then in the thousands and thousands of immigrants who roam all "developed" countries of this world, and the innumerable number of times they would feel in similar circumstances without the ace up their sleeves to "remember that you owe me respect" and how they have to swallow the words and tears as when we turn a sock. Recorde Hatsue, Celia, to those nameless will not have a monument to remind you as the unknown soldier and probably one's own car to be proud ...

(Hopeless is he who has to leave to live a different culture.)

I say that I, on this trip, I have all the luck because, after all, come as "high-class teacher" with all expenses paid and I have cherry-picked. I can not complain that it's true. What I regret is that if I could not avoid feeling sad a few minutes for something as vacuous, that will not feel what we all know who they are?

After that it was time for dinner (about six in the afternoon) and get to the restaurant of the faculty. Santi was with me and asked him to help me choose, then you have to take ticket in a machine that is completely in Japanese and do not know what is what. He asked me who I wanted and I told him I did not know, because they knew what was. But that was not spicy, which here are very raw with that. I recommended a Chinese dish that is very successful here called "ramen" (pronounced with "ere" instead of "R"), I explained what the corresponding button and told them a few students I know here how important it was for I know that if I pressed that button could eat anything I liked. There was some laughter, dinner, and then returned to practice, without thinking that had not been for me without Santi.

(Sobrevivir. That's the word.)

Today I was rehearsing with a few and has approached one of the girls from last year which is very nice (in the photo that you send to them is to the left of the two denim jacket dress) and said:

- I have ... something ... to ... you.
- who?
-Tome. I have ... hacido ... no ... made to ... you.

The good girl, when I got home, had pointed out a few dishes that were sold to the machine, the paper had written in Japanese symbols, had written a approximate pronunciation and then made a short description of the dish as "rice with egg and chicken meat."

- Thank you. Many, thank you very much.
- Sure. It is for you.
- Seriously, for me it's very nice that someone does this.
- I am ... China. When veni ... I came ... to Japan ... I ... no ... had ... thirteen. I did not know Japanese. Therefore ... understand you ... and it is difficult ... adapt. If I can help ... you ... with the language ... or something ... Tell me, please.

I have not cried in front of it because the damn Lonely Planet guide said that Japan is not well seen a man cry. Less

front of a woman.

less if he is a teacher. Less

even if she is his student.

If not they must have been frightened, had given him a hug right there. If not he does not know English (it is enough to know Chinese, Japanese and English) would have given a copy of "The Immigrants" by Gloria Montero, for he knew that not only they're talking about, but, somehow we are all going in the same boat.

A ship will sink while there is no warmth in the boilers.

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Coldness and warmth (I): Higashiyama

Talking about Kyoto, Santi said he is like Toledo it's hot, there are many churches (but here are temples and shrines) and is full of hills.

write these lines on the train that takes me back to Kobe, and after my first day in Kyoto I can assure you is more like Rome: that is, the three statements before, but to the nth degree. Today was my first trip of many that I do to Kyoto, they say you can not see in a month, and I think so. That city, mother of God. Or Buddha. Or the thousands of Shinto deities one is lucky enough to take to the face. In six hours I have only seen a park, a sanctuary and three temples. That if, that park, sanctuary, and, above all, churches. I understand that even pantofascinacion operates in me and that I make pictures of everything what I put forward, and that a few days I'll be at the top of temples (ie, to be somewhat discordant), as in Rome ends up eyebrows churches. However, I can not find the words for this, and I assure you that this time is not a cliché. Certainly not confuse Kyoto (the great historic city of Japan) in Tokyo, which is the capital.

After a while of enormous uncertainty in the station of JR (Japan Railways) for failing to find the tourist office to get a little map, I get my goal, so as to buy a bus voucher for a day.

I open the map. I understand little.

(Kyoto is enormous and, as throughout Japan, the transport is a mess because there are several companies Train, metro and several bus stations, some private and some not. This makes the map, for example, there is no drawing for the train but more than one, depending on the company whatsoever. Imagine what that means making a transfer.)

After some study, I see that Kyoto is divided into five "sectors" and since I do not care where to start, take a bus to the nearest of Mrs. interesting sites of the tourist office was kind enough to point me. The "sector" to which I called Higashiyama, and I go to the Kiyomizu Temple, which, like many places in Kyoto, is the heritage of humanity.

(I know the title equity does not imply that the monument itself is beautiful or not, but as in the map of the city are detailed that if you are and I have to leave out many sites of Kyoto to not go crazy, let that be the Unesco decide for me. By the way, was in Kyoto where Alcala was named a World Heritage City.)

That small it feels to get to Kiyomizu and see these giant "torii" to welcome you. The crowd is a crowd of jobs and desaosiegos, it is one of the more tourists from Japan, especially for the Japanese. West, few. Some Thai, I think. And English, my pen and me. And the shirt, of course. Today has given me to do country.

The name of the temple, Kiyomizu means pure water, and indeed that from the multiple viewpoints of the main building, water is omnipresent but not rivers or waterfalls or anything similar. Natural sources are displayed on every corner and have a religious meaning (I guess I will have to do with cleaning and / or purification, as a "rite" is to take a few scoops specific water and drinking water and washing hands) the stars of the day. It's lovely to see how mothers teach children to wash their hands with water dragon. The route for tourists, besides, it skips some notable sites in which I have cast as a small cemetery (not if Buddhist) in which I enjoyed a good read: Javi recommended me to read "Memories of My Melancholy Whores" in a row, when he had peace and quiet. Marry that the site was appropriate, but towards the end of the first chapter has done me cold and I had to quit. That anger has given me. And Gabo is well written.

Dozens of photos after I go to the next point: Kodai-ji Temple, who ordered construction of Kita-no-mandokoro when I am the widow of Toyotomi Hideyoshi for the soul of the deceased was not sad. The road to there is riddled (in the worst sense) of expensive food shops and / or traditional crafts, as well as tourists willing to spend the unspeakable in any of them. The only thing that strikes me attention chopsticks are decorated and very craft. too expensive, however. Seeking some thimble unsuccessfully Pilar, Soraya's mother, who collects them. We see that here it is unusual that. Made more typical wear something here could buy a ring of Doraemon (cosmic cat) but as it does not seem appropriate. In some places cutting (not bars, not counters, are not restaurants, not taverns, there are supermarkets, not to call it), as bait, there are girls who offer free tastings passers something that looks like stuffed crepes things of different colors. I'll take one to believe that filling is chocolate brown. Error. It recalled that the conversation guide Lonely Planet suggests that spitting on the street is frowned upon. To get the taste of another lame mouth filled with orange. I think it's peach, or orange, and pineapple. I again and again mistake the desire to restrain them. Volume rose a third full. L to Murphy's Law does not make it strawberry, and I go to the temple, eager to take the bolus on the conversation guide Lonely Planet. Indeed, the streets of Kyoto geisha are also full, but not the authentic (it is impossible to see because they hide), but girls dressed like this. Oi do not know where that might put them to attract tourists. We, like when I wear the suit of The buscones. I'm just more ugly and geisha are known prostitutes. Although, all things considered ... The truth is that the Japanese are not at all accustomed to seeing geishas. When a mounted a tremendous buzz to make photographs. Not that I remembered the tuna, and think of a geisha singing "sad and lonely stays Fonseca Asaz I found ridiculous.

Before coming to Kodai-ji, and error, I get to Ryozo Kuannon, a Buddhist temple with a huge Buddha. Activity. Give me a stick of incense burning. The lame. Smoke me in the face while walking, and since in my hand 3 maps of Kyoto, the brochure that I have just given, the guidance of conversation, the iPod, the denim jacket, the Japanese guide and notebook which I point the phrases that I need to not having to look all the time in the dictionary, I'm about to drop my wand. After several equilibria control the situation (I would have loved to see me Soraya: when these things happen to me die of laughter) and I put the wand in a pot in which there are another hundred, all lit up. Little has missed me not to burn.

Kodai-ji has only one catch, is that, despite giving a brochure in English, all signs are in Japanese, and maybe I read an explanation on something that is not. I think in general, Japan can be an excellent international tourist destination, but they need to know. Despite that, thanks to Kodai-ji start capture the magic of Japanese garden design. Pity not to have anyone to hand me explain that I understand the symbolism also omnipresent. Let's see if I document the issue and give you a day murga. Kobe and Kyoto (as well as Himeji and Nara and other sites that I will be talking about) are in the Kansai region, which is said to have, throughout Japan, the best range of red autumn leaves on the trees . It is true, I think. And I will be leaving pictures of it.

to die I'm exhausted when I see where I'm near a park: Maruyama. I'll sit a while, but before I run another shrine, Yasaka Jinja, which lots of people to prevent diseases and pests. Despite they thought that all I was going to look the same, with this shrine excited me enough: this in the middle of a place of transit, tourism is not like the others. There are many people playing cowbells votive that I've written. To make matters worse, next it is celebrating something. It looks like a Buddhist wedding or something. I'm a little embarrassed to take a picture, so take a video which is the same but without flash. Yasaka Jinja is the most human of all I've seen so far. I think the pictures do not appreciate the "humanez" of buildings by putting them in comparison with others. You'll have to trust my words. In

Maruyama tranquility reigns. I think if I feel I'm going to fall asleep, and although this is a national sport here, not me sobarme fancy. I still have a way to the train and after peak hours and up to Kobe and from the station where I leave the train half an hour from metro to home. I hear a guitar singing in English "Falling in love with you." I approach and is a funny-faced Yankee who looks at me and greets me while playing (there is a kind of brotherhood among Westerners, for three that we are going to get along. It's like looking at us to tell us one another " how strange it all is, eh?) At very funny does not make one case, or you look like a stranger. Knowing that, when it reaches the chorus drops a "come on everybody", he falls a few laughs to himself and is so happy, on their own, asking about yen liven up the evening with a rate that perhaps these Nipponese will be exotic, but I, for some strange circumstances, brings me to my childhood and early high school and frustrated love between the sheets right now Soraya must be sleeping with that cute face you have when you sleep . Cara, by the way, I remember every day thanks to the photo that I keep in the phone.

Now, if I can not stand. Since coming to Kiyomizu have passed six hours or less. Six hours derrengantes. Seeking the bus. Riveting ride it where I left elbow. There is a monumental traffic jam in the city. It's Sunday, so not to be. Be normal? It takes about fifteen minutes or more to arrive at each stop, and I can not stand it. Desperate, I under and look for the train station on foot. The map is easy to follow, but it has been done at night and also because I'm not in the historic area, but in the predominantly urban. Made his way, but I am inspired when I come across signs with long names that refer to places as far away now, but I'm pretty sure that I shall never know.