Which Made It Unite and Calmness

Today was a nice relaxing day.  I woke up late, took a bath, read part of a book, and had just made a cup of tea (aren't I fancy?!) when my coworker showed up.  He and his wife were kind enough to take me around for about an hour and show me some of the places in town that the "townies" like, places that are off the beaten path and not easy to discover by your average tourist or visitor.  They even took me to a store called "Trial" (in English), that is like the Japanese Wal-Mart.  And, much like a large portion of the Wal-Mart demographic, these shoppers we even less prepared o see a foreigner at their store than the folks at the store I had been shopping at.  As such, I restrained from making too much of a spectacle of myself by taking a picture of the giant sign hanging over the milk, yogurt, and butter that said "DAILY."  But I did manage to snap this picture of a shirt I was thinking about getting for Jude.  Because I hope that he, too, would like to pass life with many pleasant things or delightful things.

I did get the company president's bike up and running, so after my coworker dropped me back off at my place, I was able to galavant about town without my foot hurting.  I discovered that it takes less than five minutes to get to Lonely Palm Tree Park.  That's not what it's really called, even in Japanese, but that's what I have renamed it because I like that name.  

It's not like there aren't other palm trees in the park, it's just that this one's been sequestered from the others, I assume for something bad it's done.  There's even an amphitheater built around it so that visitors can com an publicly shame the poor tree when the weather's suitable.  One nice thing about this place is the view of Nagasaki Bay from the edge of the park.

I also managed to snap a picture of the Omura Municipal Police Headquarters, shrouded in mystery.  It's actually shrouded all the way around.  I don't know why; I can only assume it's either because of construction or secrets.  And I didn't see any construction vehicles.

Right across the street from the police building is the Omura Municipal Driving School, where they have about 16 (4x4) mock-city-blocks with various types of street styles or practice when getting your license.  I'm pretty sure that a guy stands up in that tower watching the would-be-driver, too.  Apparently it's quite difficult and expensive to get a license in Japan, and in order to own a car you have to show official proof that you own or rent a parking space!

Lastly, just a comment on how cute things in Japan are.  Look at my bank card!  I didn't even request a special one!  Of course, it looks a little like this woodland creature is censored but that's just because my account number is right there.