It's my lucky day

Today I was walking home from school when I passed by an elderly lady who was placing things into the back of her pickup truck. She said something to me, and although I'm not totally sure, I think she said "shall I give these to you?" So I stopped. The lady rustled through a bag of persimmons, pulled out three plump ones and gave them to me. I thanked her and bowed profusely.
So now I have three persimmons.

Adapting to the culture

I'm trying hard to adapt to Japanese culture. Really I am. I even count with my fingers by tucking my thumb in first, like the Japanese do. I eat soy sauce mochi wrapped in seaweed for dessert. With chopsticks. I compliment everyone who can speak the least bit of English. I bow to people I pass by. Here are some last remains of gaijinness I refuse to give up:

1. I refuse to use Japanese-style toilets.
2. I refuse to eat takoyaki. (fried octopus tentacle)
3. I refuse to stop drinking while walking.

As for the last one, in Japanese culture class in America we were taught that it is rude to eat or drink while walking in Japan. I try to be sensitive to this, but sometimes I just don't care. I must satisfy the urge to grab a latte and sip it while on the way to somewhere. What do they expect me to do, sit down and enjoy my drink? Not going to happen. I'm an American, darnit. I don't have the time.
Maybe I'll tell them that in America, drinking while walking is a sign of prestige. And if they remind me that this isn't America, it's Japan, I'll look confused and say, "Oh no! When did that happen?"