I have been living in Japan for about 2 ½ months now. It doesn’t even feel like it has been that long and I haven’t even gotten homesick yet. Must be because my mom sends me tortillas from overseas. (Thanks, ma!) Or maybe because when I walked into the cell phone store they were playing Marco Antonio Solis. Odd, huh? Anyways, the crazy thing is that the ‘city’ I live in actually reminds me of El Granjenal (Mexico), except with Japanese people and tons of bikes. There are super narrow streets, rice fields, old homes, giant spiders everywhere (I hate spiders), and countless power lines overhead. There is also a river, a.k.a. breeding ground for pesky mosquitoes (I hate mosquitoes), about 40 feet from my front door and train tracks about 60 feet down the
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