Japan 3

You know the nice thing about blogging? I don’t have to carefully craft every word, or bring my rough drafts to a critique group, or obsess over whether it’s good enough or unique enough or perfect enough. I can publish a janky post with awkward transitions and uneven pacing that ends in an unsatisfying way and you don’t even mind. So, with that being said…

From Tokyo we took the shinkansen (bullet train) to Kyoto. The only picture I got is of the boys waiting for us to buy tickets.

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The train was moving too fast to take pictures of anything we went by. We passed right in front of an enormous Mt. Fuji, and by the time I told the boys to look outside, the whole mountain was gone, poof!

Kyoto was a nice change of pace. Still a big city, but not a mega city, and with plenty of day trips a train ride away. On Wednesday we visited the deer at Nara Park. They were much easier to take pictures of than the shinkansen, mainly because we had crackers.

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If you bow to the deer, they bow back!


(I think that one was just looking to see if it dropped any cracker crumbs, but we’ll count it anyway.)

When you’re out of crackers, you have to put your hands up like you’re under arrest or the deer nip at you.

We fed one deer so much, he thought we adopted him (he’s guy in the back, trying to blend in).

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Next thing you know, he’ll be leaving half-drank cans of Bubly around and wiping his hooves on our good towels.

On Thursday, we traveled even farther out to tour  the Obubu tea farm so Vincenzo could  earn some street cred at his bubble tea shop back home.

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Fun fact: green tea is made from leaves of a specific kind of camellia plant.

Unfun fact: In the summer the workers have to wear boots because of the snakes, whose bite is usually fatal without antivenom. Also, there are wasps the size of birds.

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Cool fact: The things that look like streetlights are giant fans. When the temperature drops too low, sirens go off in town and the fans start circulating air to keep the leaves from getting damaged. And now you know why this is a cool fact instead of a fun fact.

I love these next pix of V. I can’t believe how grown up he looks!

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The tea farm tour included pounding mochi, eating lunch, tasting countless kinds of tea, and making matcha.

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Everything was tea-licious.

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Especially the mar-tea-nis.

(Dads aren’t the only ones who can make those jokes!)

On Friday we planned to visit the monkeys at Iwatayama Park. We didn’t exactly know how to get there, so we tailed the confident British family in front of us, only to find out too late that they were going to the Bamboo Forest. We did find these three monkeys to take pictures of though.

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The other monkeys were just across the bridge, so we got to see them too.

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We couldn’t shake the first ones though.

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Since the monkeys roam free at Iwatayama park, there are sign warning you not to look them in the eyes, not to point your camera at them, and not to crouch down. This sign below was most helpful in reading their facial expressions.

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I think they meant “scared.” It was one of many charming mistranslations from the trip.

On Saturday, we visited Nijo Castle.

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Fun fact: The inside has lots of murals, many of which show tigers. Tigers don’t exist in Japan, but Japanese artists became intrigued with them after seeing tiger pelts in the 16th century, so they just guessed.

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A sign at Nijo castle said that the Japanese believed every fourth tiger cub was a leopard…but when I fact-checked on-line, everything I find says that they believed female tigers were leopards, which is also a fun fact but you can’t have both, so please pick only one.

Also, the floors of Nijo castle sound like birds chirping when you walk on them. A sign at the castle explained this happened over time due to how the nails settled over time…but on-line research says it may have been designed that way on purpose to alert residents of intruders. Maybe these shouldn’t be called “fun facts” but rather “fun hypotheses?”

We also swung by the Golden Palace, which was originally a retirement villa built for a shogun. You know, something that might be named Shady Groves if it were built in an American suburb today.

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Fun fact: The Golden Palace was burned down by a fanatical monk in 1950 and rebuilt. In fact, pretty much every temple and shrine we saw had been burned down and rebuilt one to four times.

On our last day we stopped by the samurai museum.

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We learned that samurai soldiers could be as young as 13, so they put moustaches on the face masks to make them look older.

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That means that this guy below here—the one in the middle—he’s just one year plus a muskrat moustache away from being samurai ready!

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My favorite fun fact from the museum: a samurai’s sword can only slice through a body three times before it needs to be sharpened again.

Leo’s favorite fun fact: The samurai also loved guns.

And like that, our vacation was over. I’ll write one more post of random odds and ends, and then this trip will be all packed and preserved and ready to be stored for future reference.

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Oh wait, looks like someone has a quick question before I sign off for today.

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Got any crackers?


Japan 2

Remember in the 80s how when someone went on vacation, they’d invite you to their basement to watch a slideshow about it? Well pull up a musty beanbag and crack open a can of Shasta while I talk through the slide reel here.

On our second day in Japan, we toured the Imperial Palace gardens.

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[For those of you who weren’t around in the 80s, that’s the sound of going to the next slide.]

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We had to wait in line to get our picture with this cherry tree, which bloomed two months before the cherry blossom festival. Pfft. Main characters.

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[From here on out, you can make your own clicks.]

Here we are taking a mochi ice cream break to keep the troops from rebelling, which usually happened around the 7,000th step of the day (and also at 15,000th, and doubly so at the 20,000th).

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Here we are at the Senso-ji temple:

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Here’s the crowd leading up to it:

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and a crowded street in Asakusa:

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and a crowded street in Hanajuku:

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If the crowds are this bad in February, I can’t even imagine them during cherry blossom season! But someday I would love to brave them because as lovely as these next views are, I couldn’t stop thinking about them all blissed out with green leaves and pink blooms.

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The next day we went to Team Lab, an interactive art exhibit that’s impossible to fully explain. One room had us wading around in knee-deep water with fish and swirly lights projected on it.

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This next room we had to crawl into so as not to bump our heads on vines of flowers slowly ascending and descending from the ceiling.

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There was a maze defined by thousands of floor-to-ceiling light sticks.

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One room had giant balls we could push around.

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And the last one was full of giant metal eggs on a misty bed of moss. Naturally.

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The rest of the Tokyo pictures are kind of random. Here are the boys in front of some fake buildings:

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The boys in front of some real but far away buildings:

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A family selfie in front of some close-up buildings:

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And a picture that shows why I prefer selfies over a random person offering to take our photo:

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I think that’s it on the slide reel. Let me just check…

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Oh, whoops! How did those get in there? Heh heh, well this is awkward…

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Whew, feeling back to normal again, except for my stomach,which is so out of whack due to the sudden return to fruits and vegetables that I did the backwards mambo three times yesterday. (The “backwards mambo” is a euphemism my sister recently coined whose meaning seems self-explanatory in this context.)

Our first full day in Japan happened to be Leo’s twelfth birthday. We celebrated by going bonkers on claw machines and “gacha gachas,” which are Japanese quarter machines. Instead of having a few machines at the entrance of a grocery store, Japan has entire stores of them.

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Each egg is filled with wonders such as pink rubber chicken keychains, space nyan cats, reusable grocery bags perfect for holding exactly three oranges, fidget spinners, cute cats, creepy dogs, felt crowns—all manner of useless things.

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Space nyan cat gets the prize for best use of the egg it came in.

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The joy on the little ones’ faces when they open the eggs!

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Fun fact: Gacha gacha is an onomatopoeia for the sound the handle makes when you turn it. (The games are sometimes called gachapon—gacha for the crank of the handle, pon for the clunk of the egg falling down.)

Fun fact #2: “Nyan” is the sound cats make in Japanese.

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We had less luck at the claw machines and only won a single prize, but I got some nice pictures and as they say, a picture is worth 1,000 pink rubber chicken keychains.

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The toy machines, the neon lights, and the shopkeepers calling out as we walked down narrow streets gave Tokyo a bit of a carnival feel at times. The food fit right in—there were so many fried things, so much sugar, so many things on sticks. So few vegetables. The kids were in heaven. I wish I had taken more pictures, but it’s hard to take pictures while holding a kebab in each hand.

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Of course, the one picture I took is of the only time I found non-fried food.

In Japan it’s frowned upon to eat while walking so you have to pull over and loiter while you eat. It’s weird at first, but you get used to it and by the end, you are muttering under your breath when you see an “amerikajin” walking around eating a ningyōyaki like a true barbarian.

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The sit-down restaurants had sushi, rice, horse meat, chicken necks, and fried, fried, fried food. It was often a struggle to find something for myself to eat, but not for anyone else, and especially not for Rocco.

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Never for Rocco.

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I think that’s about all one blog post can handle, so I’ll leave you with that vision of Rocco jamming a pair of squid legs in his mouth until I find time to blog again.

Back from Japan!

Hello readers! We’re back from Japan, and I’m feeling a teeny bit overwhelmed trying to think how to shrink the past ten days into a blog. Also maybe a bit jet-lagged.

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I’ll throw you a bone today while my brain begins the shrinking process.

Throughout our trip, we kept seeing these photobooths around. It was clear from all the pink sparkle magic that they weren’t your average photobooth. But still, what exactly went on inside these things?

On the purikura: Japanese photo booth | VERSTEHEN

On our last day we had some time to kill, plus a pocket of yen to get rid of and so, for the price of a bowl of octopus balls, I gift to you…

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Happy late Valentine’s Day!

Also, a shout-out to new blog reader and commenter, Chris B. I wrote the octopus balls line just for you. Winking smile

Woodsy Senior Pix

Today I’m happy to share some senior pictures I took of Vincenzo’s childhood friend, Carson. They met in preschoool, when Vincenzo was in an angry leopard phase and wouldn’t let anyone near him. We were on a field trip when a blond, curly-haired boy approached, and before I could throw myself between him and the angry leopard, Carson had reached out and taken Vincenzo’s hand. They walked everywhere holding hands that day.

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Carson has been like part of our family ever since, and it was an honor to take his senior pictures. He chose the neighborhood park where he’s been going since even before he was friends with a temperamental leopard.

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An Eagle Scout, football player, wrestler, short order cook, and one of the nicest kids you’ll ever meet. He’s had the songs to all the military branches memorized since kindergarten, so it’s no surprise that he’s off to boot camp and the marine corp next year. I’m so proud of Carson and excited to see what he does next.