Voyage Junkie

This morning I woke up to snow!  It's not much, but it is enough to make me feel like a little kid, filled with the anticipation of sledding and making snowmen.  I'm not sure that much will fall here - I'll properly enjoy it if it does - for now I'm just watching giant snowflakes plop onto buildings and mountains. We haven't seen snow since moving away from Colorado in 2009, so it feels like a special treat.  It's a bit surreal to be excited about such a little bit of snow, especially when I know our families are experiencing a very heavy winter in America right now. Tonight is the last of 2010, and somehow the snow marks that distinctively for me.  It's a year I'll be glad to see go, one of many hardships and incredible change.  I'm looking forward to 2011 being a more lucrative and more enjoyable year.  Happy New Year, may it bring only good things!

Because one can never have too much purikura , here are shots taken yesterday at an enormous mall that we went to with Mari.  It's so much fun!  I'd like my own booth installed in my house, please. Purikura One: Mari chose this background. The Japanese on it says " Malera ni kita yo ," which can be loosely translated as "kickin' it at Malera." Purikura Two: another background chosen by Mari.  I am responsible for the stars in the corners. Purikura Three: I chose this background.  I like the Chesire Cat appearance.  I also went a bit loopy decorating it; I believe "danger" says it all. Purikura Four: I think Mari chose this background.  I definitely put the hat on Matt, though. Purikura Five: a quick and hasty background chosen by me.  Who doesn't love a juicy apple?  Mari decorated this one, and quickly made it the background on her new iphone. Purikura Six: perhaps the most absurd, also the

We had a pretty lazy last day in Yokohama, because the weather suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold, and because we had to get up at 5am the next morning to make it home. We did, however, brave the cold for a walk to a yakiniku and shabushabu restaurant. Vegetarians be warned, this is unsafe territory! Yakiniku is fried or grilled meat, and shabushabu (literally "swish, swish") is the sound effect of thinly cut strips of meat being swished in a bowl of broth. We ate mostly yakiniku . To the left, I am turning some meat on the little grill at our table. It's a ceramic or earthen bowl ( shichirin ) with wood charcoal in it, and the little metal plate on top gets continuously replaced as it dirties. The metal tube above it is for ventilation. For those who can eat wheat, there are delicious soy, miso, and garlic sauces to add post-grilling. I just put kimchi and garlic paste on mine, which I think is equally delicious. The funniest part of dinner must ha

We met Nik's girlfriend, Megumi, for an amazing lunch on the way to Roppongi Hills, where we met up with her friend Misa. Roppongi Hills is an incredibly upscale shopping district in Tokyo, even more upscale than the Ginza. I couldn't afford to look at the stores. We passed by a German-influenced illumination display, honoring 150 years of German-Japanese friendship. It was really beautiful and seemed traditional (I'm going to run it by my German friend to test its authenticity).  In the first two pictures you can see Japanese people chowing down on dark lager and brats, as well as a lovely carved statue with figurines and candles that constantly turned on a podium. Misa was hungry so we got her a lunch snack, and when Matt saw a bagel place he succumbed to his Jewishness. Pictured is his bagel with cream cheese and lox, which he ate in the face of Christmas with Nik. Roppongi Hills also has many beautiful sculptures, including a giant spider of which I didn'

Today we went to the big city! It was truly amazing and awe-inspiring, for both historical sights and incredible numbers of people. First up: Asakusa, where we visited the Senso-ji . Also known as the Asakusa Kannon Temple, it was completed in 645, making it seriously old. To the right is the main gate. There are two statues in built into the sides of the gate, if you look closely. One is a Thunder God, named Raijin , and one is a Wind God, named Fuujin . Those have been rebuilt time and again since the gate was first created, due to fires and other such disasters. I liked the bright color palette of this temple: everything is red, gold, and black. Matt and I decided to be super-touristy, since everyone was doing it. Why not? So we buckled in for a Buddhist experience. First, the purification process: 1. Dip water with the ladle (you can see me doing that in the first picture) 2. Pour water over the left hand, then the right, pour out the extra water and turn th

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Today we packed up and went to some old, famous areas near Yokohama. First up: Enoshima, an island covered in shrines, laid in Sagami Bay between the Miura and Izu peninsulas, complete with a view of Mt. Fuji. I felt like I took off from Tokyo and landed in California, complete with Billabong stores and surfers cavorting everywhere. Bear in mind that on December 23rd, the day was sunny and beyond warm. Above: Enoshima station, traditionally modeled.   To the  is Mt. Fuji, with some of the surfers in the foreground. Surfers covered the waters for as far as I could see, palm trees caught the breeze and large hawks soared in the skies. Tourism was alive and well in the coastal community, and everyone seemed prosperous and happy.  The only problem with this island paradise? Their  meibutsu , or famous product, is  shirasu , a tiny fish. It is eaten whole in and on everything. Here, Nik and I pose in front of the sea. In the washed-out background is Mt. Fuji... but you'll have