Feeling a bit unorganized through the hectic previous evenings of the holidays, my suitcase was packed and I gave Inge and Andreas big hugs and a wished a Gute Reise to Moritz and I was then on my own separate way to the train station. I was traveling back to Saarbrücken to visit the Weber family for a few days and also spend New Years there. I should have thought out the circumstances first before booking a train ticket – and following suit with my frugal nature abroad, finding the cheapest ticket available, meaning no reserved seat – especially on a train two days after Christmas that had Paris as a final destination of the train. Unfortunately this resulted in me standing and balancing my suitcase against the others for the 5 hour journey – you learn as you go I guess.
The trip was not completely a pain however. There were some surprises. Being a train traveling to Paris the cars were filled with conversations in German and French, but then I heard some Japanese?...
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This very cute elderly Japanese couple was trying to push though the crowd of people and suitcases to get to their seats, but they were speaking Japanese and what I assume is the little English that they know [which I noticed was also not so helpful on this particular train]. My mp3 player was starting to repeat some music and the German scenery out the window could only entertain for a few hours, so I brought together some outgoing courage and went and politely asked - ちょっとすみませんですが、日本のしゅうしんはどこですか？Excuse me, but I was wondering where you came from in Japan.
Now I think I can use this chance to jot a little observation about Japanese people amongst this blog of German impressions. Normally this abrupt surprise of a western teenager just randomly speaking Japanese takes a Japanese person by surprise and they respond being very shocked or shy. This couple – they came from Okinawa – and that made a big difference. I have a few unique connections to Okinawa – I have never been there, but that is where my Japanese Sensei comes from as well as my host brother Shinya! Okinawa is a small Japanese island closer to Taiwan than mainland Japan, and the people are extremely warm and open.
The couple didn’t even double take that I came to talk with them, just followed along with the pleasant conversation. They were excited to hear that I knew people in Okinawa and came from the states learning Japanese – they were visiting friends in Germany and taking the train to Paris to celebrate Oshogatsu – Japanese New Years – with friends there. The conversation really made my day, and on top of all of this, I got the man’s business card with his email to keep in touch, and if I am ever in Okinawa – to send them a message and visit! I must say that it is little experiences like this that make traveling fun.
Returning to Saarbrücken was a unique feeling. For one, the city was covered in a fresh layer of snow – strange from leaving the city in the temperate late summer/ early fall season. I had been away from there longer than my visit there was initially was there in the first place – I lived there two months, and I have been in Göttingen almost three now. Stefan and Klara picked me up, and upon arrival at the house – walking through the door yelling “I’m home!” all the pieces began to fall back to place. I didn’t realize how strange the French influenced Saar-accent would sound to me now after speaking northern Hochdeutsch – the “perfect” German, but it was nice to be back in touch with so many memorable personalities that I missed since settling into my new life in the North.