So I showed up for the Lower Intermediate class, which ended up being waaaay too intermediate and not enough lower. The Civic Center is a very impressive building given the size of Komaki; it has a neat room with an indoor Japanese garden complete with stone lanterns and wooden buildings. I didn't have a lot of time to check it out since I wanted to scout out the classroom.
The other students were a) Peruvian- and Brazilian-Japanese (Japanese names and all), b) Chinese, c) Korean, d) Indonesian, and e) the lone American (gueeess who?!?). I started off by chatting with Rodrigo in Spanish, and was soon talking to some of the other students in Spanish during the breaks. They asked if I was from Spain...nice compliment or residual castellano accent, not sure which. My Spanish came back pretty quickly although it's been a good five years since I've used it. My Japanese, not so much, although I could read everything the teacher wrote on the board.
The other students were at a much higher level of grammar and vocabulary. I could keep up with most of the self-introductions (and survived my own, where I unfortunately had to resort to asking the teacher for words in English), and the teacher decided that I'd be better off in the basic class. My brain was so fried after two hours of Japanese that my Spanish ability had dried up as well.