New neighbors

My aunt’s couple lives in a rural area where it takes twenty minutes by car from my house.
Last Sunday, my husband and I went to see them. At that time, we encountered three people in front of their house. One man was a definitely foreigner, the others looked Japanese women. They gave a quick bow to us while getting on their car. They were strangers. I thought why they were around here. Because this place is an old village which has the problems of declining population. There are no stores, no amusement facilities. It's really quiet around here. There is only nature.

We entered our aunt’s house and told her that we met three strangers.
Apparently, recently they bought an old folk house next to my aunt’s house.
One man, from America, has been working for a Japanese company in Kobe. He can speak Japanese.
The other woman is his wife. She can not speak Japanese at all. Because she was born and brought up in America. Maybe she is a half blood.
And the old woman is his wife’s mother. She is Japanese. Though she was born in Japan, she lived in America for a long time. So she speaks without fluency.

They come to this old folk house by car from Kobe only weekends and holidays.

Two weeks ago, when my aunt’s son, my cousin, came back home, my uncle and aunt invited the new neighbors to their house. My cousin had lived in America for ten years, so he can communicate in English.
My aunt told me that they had a good time then, and then she told me she would introduce me to the new neighbors next time.

I’m forward to seeing them next weekend.