In the afternoon after my dad went out to downtown by himself, I sat in the lobby writing some postcards. Here is a photo of lobby. I sat on the sofa near by the fire in the middle. The fire was actually composed to many candles each in a pot around altogether. It was beautiful and interesting but not warm at all. I wrote three postcards and sticked a map that I use while skiing on each of them. Because I usually tears off the map accidentally, I have used several copies. Then plan a trip for tomorrow to visit the ice exhibition in one of the city in Hokkaido, which I have no idea how to pronounce it. I asked a stuff to help me check the map and bus schedule but he was not comfortable with me speaking English so he asked another stuff who speaks English to help me. I showed him the screen of which I would like to print out, and asked him several questions. To my surprised he said "Sorry, I can't read Japan characters."
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