I am passionate about a few things in my life, but the
most important has been learning anything to do with Japan. Last summer I had
the opportunity to go to Japan for two and half weeks with Catholic Central, travelling
to our sister school in Sendai called St. Ursula’s. The first part of the trip we toured around Kyoto
for a few days taking in many sights. Then we took a bullet train to Sendai to
meet up with our host families. In Sendai, we would tour the city and spend
time with our host families after classes.
I already knew who I was staying with In Japan because
I meet her when she was an exchange student at CCH in Grade 11. The student I
stayed with was Ginga Watabe. I first met Ginga when she was in my Science
class first quarter In Grade 11. By talking each day and hanging out together
at school, we both knew if I ever came to Japan I would stay with her. At the
time, I did not know for sure that I would be able to stay with her but hoped
it would happen. Ginga and I both enjoyed the times we had together in Canada.
At the end of the school year it was time for me to go
to Japan. I was excited and also a bit nervous travelling such a long way. When
I first saw Ginga again in Japan, I was so happy that I was able to spend a
whole week together with Ginga and her family. They took me everywhere and
treated me like royalty. They were so very kind and welcoming towards me. Even
though I had never met her family, I felt as if I had known them for a long time. They
would always thank me for the helping Ginga when she attended our school in
Canada. I do not think I did anything special, but to them it meant so much.
There were times when there were language barriers between us, but I would
always try speaking the language to the best of my ability.
There were many fun things we did together during my
visit. Fireworks was one of my favorite things with Ginga’s family. I think
they celebrate any happy occasion with fireworks. We lit off fireworks a few
times while I was there. Fuga, Ginga’s younger sister, was the one who taught me
how to properly do fireworks the first day we got there. Ginga’s Mother and Father
would always teach me new Japanese words and tell me about their culture. Throughout
the day, I would use the little bits and pieces of Japanese that I knew to talk
with them. My host family would always ask me questions about Canada and I would
try explaining as best I could in English so that they could understand. We
would always be laughing and enjoying the time together no matter what we were
doing.
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Close to the end of my trip we went to the bookstore.
I asked Ginga’s father if there were any books on how to learn Japanese in
English. We ended up finding a few books. When I was going to pay for the books,
her father insisted paying for them. He told me It was a present from him and
that the next time we see each other we can talk in Japanese. This made me want
to learn the language more because of the gift he gave me. I am taking Japanese
class at school to learn a bit more of the Japanese language. One day I hope I
can talk to Ginga and her family and be able to tell them things I was not able
to before.
From the moment I was there, until the time I left
Japan, I felt a part of Ginga’s family. The connections I made across the world
are very memorable and I will hold dear to my heart. My experiences there have
made me even more passionate about Japan and the culture. Every day was a
fantastic time and there was not one moment where I was not smiling and having
fun. I would take a trip like this again if I had the opportunity.