Last week the Sakura trees started to really bloom here in Yokohama. Sakura is Japanese for "Cherry Blossom", the trees with vibrantly white and pink flowers in the spring.
I have recently been keeping up-to-date with co-workers and friends through Facebook. On Facebook I post pictures and write comments to friends, and they do the same. Facebook has over 200 million members, so sometimes I receive messages from people I have completely forgotten. It's a very strange feeling when people whom I have forgotten have not forgotten me. It's like a mix of guilt and happiness.
On a last note, today after work my friends I did our regular once a week activity of drinking a beer outside while chatting about life or whatever. Today a very strange man decided to join us. This old fella was in his 50s or 60s, with stringy hair and not so clean clothes. He slowly came close to our group, horizontally like a crab. Clearly he was shy and didn't know how to start a conversation. I don't know exactly why he wanted to talk to us. Maybe he wanted to practice English, or just talk with non-Japanese in general. In the end, while my friends shunned him and I tried to chat with him in his broken English for about 5 minutes before he left. I could have spoken Japanese with him, but I honestly didn't want him to feel too comfortable around me.
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