We got $5,900 from the insurance company for the car, which means we still need to borrow money from the bank if we want to get a semi-decent car we can consider safe. We're keeping an eye out an our fingers crossed.
Things with M-san went great. However, before I can write about all of that I need to re-wind and write about a few other things that make our relationship so interesting. So, here I go. Taking things back to the beginning!
We had met on-line for the purpose of language exchange, but in only a few short months, we were laughing and talking over the phone as though we had been friends for years. So when I told him I'd be going back to meet Take's mom, he picked out a few days to meet up, and that was that. Our first meeting took place at Asakusa. Even though I had been there many times before, I told him I had never been there when he confessed that despite living not too far away, he had never bothered going himself. "Are you sure you've never been here?" He'd ask every time I'd correct his directions. I'd laugh and shake my head thinking "I haven't been here in days."
We decided to take a picture to commemorate the occasion, however we couldn't decide who would ask someone to take the picture. We ended up playing janken-pon in order to decide. "Ok, ok! If I win, you ask. If you win, I'll let you ask," I told him. See what I did there? I'm clever =D. In the end, he asked another couple to take our picture.
"If you come up with me and pray," He began to ask me as we approached the shrine, "You're not going to go to hell cause you're Christian, right? It's not against your religion?" I wanted to laugh, but instead all I say is, "I dunno. God could strike me down with lightning at any second..." We argue back and forward a bit about the consequences of me going up to pray with him, then finally head up. I drop a few coins, pray with him, and as we head down the stairs he looks at me, smirks and says, "I bet you're going to go to hell."
I give him a cheeky smile, "I never travel alone."
He grins back, "My bags are always packed."
I knew it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
And the beginning of the story of Zia and M-san.*