Today's post is a story about my neighborhood. I wrote it to study Japanese, but it's a true story. This is the English translation.
Near my home, between my apartment and the train station, there's a small butcher's shop. Of course, they sell other things besides meet. Three people work at that shop: A man, a woman, and an old man. I believe that they are a family. Three or four times a week, I go there to buy various things. Usually it's at night, after work, and the old man is working.
I've been there so often that the old man has gotten to recognize my face. About three weeks ago, he asked me "What's your nationality?" "I came from the United States, but I'm originally from Argentina," I answered. The old man was surprised and asked "Do you speak Spanish?" "I do," I answered. The old man said "Buenas noches," and I replied, "Buenas noches." "Gracias," said the old man. "De nada," I said. Then I paid for my purchase and went home.
The next evening, I went back to the store to do some shopping. The old man was there. "Good evening, welcome," he said, and then "What's your nationality?" "I'm Argentinian," I said. The old man was surprised and happily said "Really! Buenas noches" again.
Since then, when I go to the shop, we always have the same conversation. He is my first old Japanese friend.