Yesterday I started to wonder, what percentage of the time do I have miscommunications? I think if I knew, I'd leave Japan. Last week's blunders (that I'm currently aware of):
fireworks⇔flower vase
son⇔daughter
janitor⇔doll
milk⇔beef
20 years⇔20 years old
Another fun note about life in Japan~they have a monster instead of a groundhog. The traditional calendar marks the beginning of February as the beginning of spring, or Setsubun. To celebrate, you throw beans at someone dressed like a monster, to drive away evil. Then you eat the number of beans of your age, because traditionally they didn't celebrate individual birthdays in Japan but aged together at the new year.
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