Instead of my lazing, I walked around the area for the thirty minutes that they were working on my bike and found a new path to the river. I realized that perhaps two years I may have walked part of this way with Christy, my friend-to-be. She was showing me the area, and I remember being enchanted by the smell of the rice paddies we went through, a phenomenon totally unknown to me at the time. It has been two years since I walked that way. What happened? And there, beyond the rice paddies and the green park with a stream and the golf nets, was another view of the river and a new way to watch the sunset.
Will I remember to find this enchantment again?
They called my phone to tell me the bike was done. I understood a little more than I did two years ago, but perhaps the most notable change was knowing that all I would have to say was, "Hai," and not to get too worried about the details. All would be ok.
I returned to the shop and the clerk had a few parts they wanted to change on the bike, one that needed to be ordered; she spoke to me in bits of English to help and we worked through the communication.
I'll need to go back to the bike shop, and perhaps I will need to wait another thirty minutes, and perhaps I will go for another walk and find another new thing that has been there all along.