Sorry, friends, that I haven't written for a month. Sometimes I feel just living is way more important than taking the time to post my life on a blog. And, to complicate the matter, I have so much to write and so many stories to tell, it is overwhelming to try to capture them in just a few words and pictures. However, I want everyone at home to feel like they at least kind of know what's going on here in Japan, so for your sakes I will overcome my perfectionist tendencies and deliver you these tales...
My mom's visit here was outrageously fun and refreshing in countless ways. We had much fun together in Sapporo for a week sleeping in my dorm room, eating lots of sushi-go-round, meeting my friends, braving the snow, going to the snow festival and chocolate factory...
Thereafter, we flew together to Tokyo area to stay with our dear Japanese family. As always, they were (are) wonderful hosts, and took us many places including Endoshima, Yokohama, and Shonan beach. Furthermore, Yoshiko cooks amazing spread every morning and night...I'm pretty sure she is one of the best cooks in this country!
One cool thing about Mom's timing in visiting here was that we got to experience a wide variety of Japanese festivals including Sapporo's Yuki Matsuri (Snow festival), Otaru's candle-lit path (Hikari no michi), Odawara's plum blossom festival (Ume Matsuri).
This picture is one of the sculptures at Yuki Matsuri. There are about 10 huge snow and ice sculpture and perhaps a hundred little ones. Although the temperatures are well below freezing, and the sidewalks barely walkable, this is Sapporo's busiest time of the year. We spent 2 lovely nights wandering among castles, queens, dinosaurs, doraemons all sculpted (by the Japanese army!) out of snow.
This picture is inside the onsen bathroom on our 2 day trip to Jozankei, a hot spring resort town an hour from Sapporo by bus. I was worried about my mom liking the onsen because everyone goes in naked together and I think foreigners are the only ones who get a second glance (or a good staring). To my delight, sitting outside in the steaming bath, surrounded by 3 feet of billowy snow and more accumulating as we soaked, mom fell in love with the onsen. You are on your way to becoming Japanese!
I love you, Mom!
- ▼ 2006 (20)