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Day 1, 2 and 3

Day 1:  We arrived around 5 to really cold weather.  It was already dark and we were obviously tired.  We were met by a lovely couple who took us via a supermarket to our new.  Just stepping into it told us we are no longer in South Africa.  Jaqueline came up to introduce herself.  It was so nice to meet this amazing woman who has been so good to us in the process of getting here.  I wish I could it was lights out early but the littlies would not sleep.

Day 2:  Jaqueline bravely takes us out to explore and get a survival course of Ikeda.  The poor girl did not know what she let herself into.  The littlies were acting crazy!
We ate breakfast/lunch and a Ramen bar.  Ramen is instant noodles and they're a big deal.  They are not gluten free (to be honest until I've understood the food a bit better we'll put that on hold) but the experience is awesome.  Again the littlies were not on their best behaviour!
We were joined by Chiaki (I hope), Jaqueline's friend and went to Starbucks.
We did some shopping and it felt sooo good to buy what we needed and wanted without feeling sick.  This is a different life for us.  It really feels like God has gifted us with this.
Came home and thought we'd settled by 10 or so.  Beatrice at this point start vomiting.  Yuck!  We got to bed around 2am which was 7 pm back home.

Day 3:  We spent much of the day with the pastor of the church, his family and Jaqueline.  It was sooo special. We ate a soup that is only eaten on New Years day and the best sushi I've ever eaten.  The company was so warm and I felt at home.
After that we took the littlies for a walk to get them tired.  We also needed to get some supplies.  We ate supper at a Japanese family style restaurant.  They offer an array of different food styles at a really good price.  It will probably become a regular.

Sorry for the lamish writing.  I am tired, but I have internet... in my house... and the littlies are asleep.  It is 00:45 here.  I guess I should go to bed.

Much love


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