My body is finally adjusting to the Japan time. I woke up late at 8:55 am and had to hurry to catch the subway to make the 10:00 am church meetings. I made it, but I sure was sweating. When I got there I met an old friend, Yuasa-san, who I served a mission with in the Tokyo North Mission two years ago. It was good to see him and hear that my trainer (first missionary companion) also lives in Nagoya. I also met a young girl who went to BYU Hawaii and knows my cousin Richie Kiyabu (all the Japanese kids at BYU know Richie). There were also about 6 other American guys there and it seems Nagoya is a pretty international place. It’s nice to know that so many people in the ward can speak English.
After taking a nap after the long ride and walk home I got to call my high school friend Kristin who lives in Sendai, Japan. It was sooo good to talk to her and hear that other kids from Iolani are in Japan teaching English. There are at least 6 kids that I know so it would be cool to have a class reunion here.
Gokiso Ward. There about 100 members in the ward. It’s the oldest Mormon church in Nagoya. Nice people, just like home.At night I made my first meal at home, yakisoba- fried noodles. Sunday dinner was a lot different eating by myself instead of eating with the Fjeldsted family after church, where there was always a hot and tasty feast for dinner.
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A year and a month later. I didn't even know your were documenting your journey. I love Japan so much. Glad to see that you've accomplished so many great things.
Best Regards,
Your Cousin Richie
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