All of the people talked with me. First it was the three young ladies from Wales. Their accents were fantastic. Have you ever heard a Welsh or Scottish person speak? It is really cool. We spoke for about 5 minutes. They didn’t mind at all. I asked their names and also how to spell them. When they said their names, Sara and Ceri (Keri) “rolled” their ‘r’s. That means that the ‘r’ is repeated softly. Then one asked me my name. I was more than happy to say “Rrrrick”, of course, rolling the ‘r’.
The Iranian guys were interesting. Razo was leaning against a wall when I approached. I leaned next to him and began my questions. “Do you speak English?” “Where are you from?” “Are you visiting Japan?” When suddenly he asked me a question. He said “Why are you asking me so many questions?” I answered that I was just making conversation and told him my name. His next question? “Where are you from?” I said the USA and we talked a bit more. I asked if they spoke Persian and Mosheim said yes. I said thanks for talking to me, shook Razo’s hand and left. I saw the group several times later that day. They seemed like typical tourists. They looked a bit lost and confused.