A few months ago I got an offer to work at an international research-based NGO based in Hayama, Japan. Yesterday night, I landed safely at Tokyo Narita airport, took a 2,5 hours regular train ride to Zushi (the nearest town from Hayama), and officially started my new adventure in the sushi homeland.
A dinner was prepared for me in my temporary room. Starving, I automatically reached for the chopsticks instead of the spoon and fork. It was probably a sort of ‘automatic prompt adaptation’ (couldn’t find any term that defines this instance on google. Might be an interesting research topic!) that I found quite amazing!
So here comes to mind, a subtitle for my future blog posts on this topic: “Living in Japan: Eating with Chopsticks”. How does that sound?