Today we finally started moving all of our belongings to the new house. The movers we hired were two African American guys, one rather young one, not much older than myself, and an older one named Mike. They worked HARD, and to think that they do it every day? I really respect people like that. Shingo (Mom's boyfriend) got them drinks at the gas station and some lunch later on that day and I could tell that they really appreciated it because they kept saying, "He cool man, you like him?"
For dinner, mom, Shingo and I went to an authentic Japanese resturaunt down the street from the house. We were greeted by a girl in a kimono who spoke Japanese to us and all of the customers in sight were Japanese. The food was amazing - even the fish liver was delicious! The third dish Shingo ordered consisted of a whole fish (head, tail, bones, everything), and meat that was carved out of the fish and placed on top. It was crazy looking, but very good; However, when Shingo asked our waiter to have the remaining part of the fish deep fried (head, tail, bones, fins, etc.) I was a bit disgusted and wondered how that would turn out. Once again, I was suprised - the deep fried fish scraps ended up being my favorite dish that night, which was odd!
Today we finally started moving all of our belongings to the new house. The movers we hired were two African American guys, one rather young one, not much older than myself, and an older one named Mike. They worked HARD, and to think that they do it every day? I really respect people like that. Shingo (Mom's boyfriend) got them drinks at the gas station and some lunch later on that day and I could tell that they really appreciated it because they kept saying, "He cool man, you like him?"
