I went to Mitsuwa today. Man, what a trek. From where I live in Chicago, it takes about 2.5 hours to get there. 2 buses, 2 trains. Trips like today really illustrate how utterly pathetic Chicago public transportation has gotten, trains just do not come. All the while, you hear recordings about how underfunded they are and to call the government on their behalf, or they will have to cut bus and train lines. It's hard to empathize, when you have surly workers, late trains, filthy stations. Once you leave the city proper, buses start to follow the schedule, and bus drivers get friendlier.
On the way back, I gave up and took a cab. I was chilled to the bone from standing outside for an hour, and I couldn't carry the bags on another train and bus. That was a $30 dollar cab ride, but it was freezing outside and I talked to the driver about Kurdistan. Nice guy. Kurds have an interesting history, although what he told me doesn't seem to jibe with wikipedia. So, maybe I was bullshitted for 45 minutes. At least it was warm.
At Mitsuwa, I had my traditional miso ramen set, bought some fish I am going to try and grill, and a few books. I got to speak Japanese a few times, like when I special-ordered a book. I don't get complimented, which I am convinced is a good sign when speaking to Japanese. I also bought a book to give to my new landlord. I am trying to adopt some Japanese customs, as I think it really does create a more pleasant environment.