Stupidity haunts me across the continents

Here's the section you've all no doubt been expecting but I have thus far neglected to include. The stupid things Isa has done section: Yep moving half way across the world has not in anyway improved my coordination or grace.

I'm still constantly walking into walls and tables and chairs and dropping things, much to the amusement of those around me. Everything's so small and cramped in Japan it's almost impossible to not walk into things. I also managed to pour boiling hot water over myself while making a tea with my old-school whistle kettle. Thank God I'd seen one at the Brown house otherwise I would have spent ages trying to figure out where the cord for the kettle was.

Then I shredded myself with a can opener that I was convinced didn't work. I went to the dollar store to buy myself a new one today but they only sold the exact same one and I was determined not to buy another self-mutilating tool. I'm not a sadist.

Then I turned it around and it had pictured instructions on how to use it and I realised I'd been doing it wrong. I now know how to use a can opener! High five! I knew Japan would be a growing experience for me.

I'm still a little perplexed by how much the old men in Japan like me. I keep getting the winky-winks and the gleeful smiles from them. But I've been reassured that all old Japanese men are perverts so there's nothing to worry about. And here I was thinking my pheromones were set to ancient. I bought an old-school Japanese fold up fan since it's so hot. I love it. But I belatedly wondered if there was any fan ettiquette. Like if I wave it a certain way it means I'm free and easy. Fans were the tools of the geisha after all. Needless to say the old men really like me and my fan as I meander the streets of Nagoya.