So I was coming home from work one day last February and I had a present for one of my friends in my car. I decided last minute that I just couldn't wait to give it to him so I called and asked him to meet me at the church so I could give it to him. (He wouldn't let me near his house for some unknown reason) Anyway, I pull up into the church parking lot and see my Pastor (who lives on the church property) out by his trailer a good ways away from where I had parked. I waved to him when I got out and then stood patiently waiting for my friend to come. To my suprise the pastor comes walking over and asks what in the world I'm doing there. So I tell him and he smiles and says "Oh, well we just got back from picking up our old foreign exchange student from the airport." Apparently, the family had once had a foreign exchange student from Japan stay with them for a year and he had just arrived for a couple weeks to visit.
As soon a s he said "Japan" and "He" in the same sentance I got really excited, but I figured I would have to wait until Sunday to meet him. Not! I'm not sure why but Pastor continued on saying that they were just cooking dinner and did I want to join them and meet this boy (Yuma). The offer came out of nowhere and though I was nervous about having dinner with the Pastor and his family I accepted and went in. He introduced me to Yuma and we ate dinner. I barely said two words to him but he seemed like he was a really nice guy, quiet and reserved. Then after dinner I was invited to a concert with the Pastor, Yuma, and the guy who I was supposed to give the present too. We went and when we got there I had a chance to run some of my very limited Japanese by Yuma. It was alot of fun but a very late night.
The concert ended and I actually had the nerve to ask if I could take Yuma out the next day to get to know him better and show him around Sacramento. Pastor Mike asked Yuma and he said he would love to go but that he wanted the Pastor to go with us (Don't blame him, a scary new girl asking if she could steal him for a day lol) but it ended up that Pastor Mike couldn't go. I told Yuma we wouldn't be alone as my roomate/bestfriend would be coming too. He agreed.
So the next day we pick up Yuma early in the evening. Pastor Mike asked us how long we would be out because Yuma was a little tired from the jetlag and going to San Francisco that day. We told him we wouldn't be long and then took off for Scandia. Scandia is a miniture golf/arcade/batting cages/go-cart fun center. It was so much fun, we did everything that Scandia had to offer and I think he beat me at mini golf too. We also got him to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in Japanese which was really neat. I thought we got him home at a decent hour but all the missed calls on my cell from Pastor Mike and the relieved look on his face when we got back to his house said otherwise psh old people lol. Apparently, there had been a horrific car accident somewhere near us and Pastor Mike had called the police asking if my Toyota or 2 girls and a Japanese guy had been involved. I really did feel bad once I heard that.
Anyway, we exchanged e-mails and have kept in contact since then. We even mailed eachother presents. I sent him a wooden box that I had painted and some candy, he mailed me a cd he'd made of his favorite songs and a red pillow lol. Well I talked about him so much and got so excited when he e-mailed me that all my friends started teasing me and calling him my Japan-Man.
He's coming to visit soon and I just can't wait! But it's only gonna be for three days so I don't know how much time I'll actually get to spend with him.
Aw, how nice! Lucky you.
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