Yesterday I went to an Oban festival, it was fun.
I am now addicted to sesame balls, I just LOVE the sweet red bean paste inside!
My mom and other sister were there and we went to a restaurant, we were sat at a Japanese style table, with the cushions and everything. It was cool.
I can't remember if it was before or after we got something to eat, but when I was looking at some stuff at one of the booths, this older man just started talking gibberish to me.
At first I thought it because he had NO TEETH. Then I realized it was a different language, and he was just talking to me like he knew me or something...
All I could do was just smile at him.
After a couple minutes he seemed to get it, and finally we established his name was Alex. I said nice to meet you. And he thought my name was: Nee-oh-misu
I repeated it a couple times, then he did. Na-o-mi.
Me Jane, you Tarzan.
Is there ever a bigger barrier then language? Was finally told he was speaking Russian. Yay.

No speak Russian (Nu par ruskie)

He was nice though. I think he wanted me to buy a parasol...
Him: "gewuygysbgf sdjuuegr?" ("Pretty huh? You buy this?")
Me: "...Wha?"
He was holding it up to me. Or maybe he wanted it, who knows.
I kinda want to go Russia now. And at least speak a bit.