* Disclaimer: This post is long. Sorry not
sorry. *
Here in Japan-land (I assume the locals
just call it Japan, but I'm not there yet), we've entered the season of
Thanksgiving & Christmas—holidays that have been adopted by the Japanese
post-WWII. So we’ve been exploring the
surrounding area in search for the perfect Japanese gifties (is that a word?
sure it is.) for our family. This quest has taken us to nooks and crannies of
our local community, Sagamihara, as well as the bustling metropolis of Tokyo proper.
Therefore, this post will reflect the adventures we encountered along with way
with a brief detour into the Gospel Chapel service we attended on Sunday and
the lack of Wi-Fi availability in our hotel.
But first, a call back to my last post:
Apparently, the library agrees with me, as
I found this in the children’s section of books.
Thanksgiving
Time
We had the pleasure of being invited to
our future neighbors’ for a thanksgiving dinner this week and it was wonderful.
I had a more Northern version of this holiday than I’m used to (there was
stuffing instead of dressing and they stirred the cranberry sauce so it lost
the shape of the can it came out of…or I just realized…MAYBE THEY MADE IT FROM
SCRATCH…witchcraft…) and every bite was delicious. Thank you, Renz family for
your hospitality and for taking a chance on the random people the Army put next
to you in the duplex. We promise we’ll return the favor soon, but no promises
on the cranberry sauce…
Toilet
Time
If you’re thinking this is a clever title
for a segment on something deep, you couldn’t be more wrong. This is literally
about the various toilets I’ve encountered in Japan; so, if that’s a little bit
TMI for you, feel free to skip to the next section.
Y’all.
The toilets here are mini-masterpieces of bathroom finery. Here are a few pictures of what I’ve seen while visiting different restrooms:
That’s right, there was a CONTROL PANEL with an instruction manual in
one and a small child’s seat in one and almost all of them WARMLY WELCOME YOU
WITH HEATED SEATS. I even saw one that made a urinating sound FOR you if you wanted so you wouldn't have to be embarrassed. (What? I TOLD you to keep moving if this was too much!)
THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
I’m never leaving this magical place.
OR I can only be enticed to visit if you plan to have these installed in your home because, come on, heated seats.
OR I can only be enticed to visit if you plan to have these installed in your home because, come on, heated seats.
Tidbits
Time
The
One About the WiFi
There is only wifi in the lobby of our
hotel so we were given an Ethernet cord so we could access the hardwire
internet on our computer, but this limits us to about 18 inches from the desk
when using it.
TRANSLATION: We can’t watch Netflix in our bed.
Now before you go all #firstworldproblems
on me, IT GETS WORSE. We were using our new phones and we saw an open wifi
connection labeled JED that we were able to connect to no problem. BONUS. We
used it on the computer and enjoyed bedtime Netflix-ing for all of 3 days
before the owner of JED’s network got wise and PASSWORD PROTECTED IT. See? I
told you it got worse…so…yeah. Now we don’t have JED anymore and we miss him
and the phrase “Thanks a lot, JED!” is now common in our hotel room since the
not-so-convenient pop-up wifi window always reminds us of his complete and
total disconnect from us. I think I understand how the Breaking Amish people
feel…
The
One About IKEA
So we found an IKEA (praise!) and we’ve
been readying ourselves for the new place, which we move into in T-Minus 3 days
(confession time: I’ve never understood what “T-minus” means though I assume
it’s about spacecraft so if anyone wants to enlighten me to its origins please
see the comment section). We will have a Christmas tree for the first time EVER
in our marriage and I couldn’t be more excited. Like I’m at the top level of
excitement accessible to humans. So I turned to IKEA for all of my tree
decorating needs and it was AWESOME. Hello white and gold themed tree! We also
found killer deals on a new couch-turned-double-bed so BRING ON THE VISTORS!!!!
We are ready for YOU! I mean, not yet…we still have the t-minusing action and
then the moving action and then the clearing the boxes action, but then we are
ready for YOU!
The
One About the Church Service
We recently visited the SHA Chapel on our
housing area and enjoyed a very
friendly/energetic/three-songs-for-forty-minutes worship service about
Thanksgiving. (praise!) And just when we thought it couldn’t get any better,
there was a SURPRISE WEDDING. You read that right…there was a SURPRISE WEDDING
at the end of the service. And since we were visitors, we obviously sat in the
second row…and now we’re in the background of their wedding pictures for all of
eternity. (praise!)
Tokyo
Time
We headed to Tokyo via train bright &
early Saturday morning (which in Caroline language means we left after
breakfast at 10am). It was slated to take about an hour one-way so I came
prepared with a backpack containing A Book Written In The Year I Was Born (Number The Stars by Lois Lowry) and an Easy Monday Crossword Puzzles book that
I’ve been steadily cheating my way through since we left America. I’m happy to
say that out of the 45 completed puzzles I’ve solved 10 without looking in the
back…* self five. * It’s the little things…
P.S. For those aware of mine & Oakie’s & Katie’s & Ben’s 2015 Book Challenge (53 books in a year in categories like A Book Over 100 yrs. old and A Book Your Mom Loves), I’ve completed 40 and have COMPLETE CONFIDENCE that I will finish by the end of the year.
P.S. For those aware of mine & Oakie’s & Katie’s & Ben’s 2015 Book Challenge (53 books in a year in categories like A Book Over 100 yrs. old and A Book Your Mom Loves), I’ve completed 40 and have COMPLETE CONFIDENCE that I will finish by the end of the year.
Once in Tokyo we were ready for some food
and wandered around following Google Earth’s directions to a noodle shop for
about an hour ending up in a ghost town of a train stop where all the
businesses were closed including—you guessed it—the noodle shop. So then we
winged it and ended up in an alley of restaurants (which looked exactly how you
imagine that) and chose one at random. It was small (seating about 25) and the
pictures on the menu outside looked good + they had noodles. Oakie is really
into noodles right now; I, however, went for the item on the menu that most
closely resembled my beloved Mongolian Beef from Chef Lee’s (the best Chinese
food in Columbus, GA). When we ordered in confident English, the server
responded to my pointing by saying, “Riba! Riba!” very urgently while pointing
to his torso. He looked concerned for me. I smiled and said, “Oh yes! Ribs. I
love ribs!” Don’t all Americans? He repeated the number, but I just smiled and
nodded and he shrugged his shoulders and walked away. When he came back with
our dishes, mine looked very much like the picture at which I pointed and I
took that first bite with Mongolian expectations that were dashed on the rocks
of the chalky aftertaste we’ve all come to know as LIVER.
RIBA = LIVER.
*face-palm*
But don’t worry, my husband is a saint who
will trade you noodles for liver any day and eat every bite and then trade your
dish back so it looks like you really did like
the RIBA that came out and then your “arigato gozaimasu” is sincere and smiley
as you leave.
Moments like that always make me rethink
the magnitude of the event that happened at the Tower of Babel (Genesis 11:1-9 if you’d like a refresher). The confusion of the languages
must’ve caused more of a blow than that short text can really tell us. Mine is
a small, comical example, but acute nonetheless. The fear and frustration that
must’ve been instantly instilled when they first realized they couldn’t
understand each other any more had to have been earth-shattering. And don’t we feel
the ripples of that all these centuries later? The tightness in my chest when I
ask, “Do you speak English?” and they answer with a bewildered smile is
deep-seated and REAL. They are human and are flesh and blood like me, but when
we look into each other’s eyes, we know there is an invisible barrier we cannot
knock down. So we smile and are kind in the other ways we know and we challenge
each other to learn. And these
people, y’all, these people are chart-toppers in kindness.
Times
Square Time
There is a place in Tokyo that comes up
any time you Google image “downtown Tokyo” that is
sometimes called the Times Square Equivalent and after we wandered around the
Emperor’s Palace and an 8 floor shopping mall for a few hours we walked outside
to the realization that we had just stumbled onto one of the most iconic places
in Tokyo: The diagonal crosswalk in the middle of town aka the Times Square
Equivalent.
I have no shame in being a
tourist sometimes, especially when I have NO HOPE of blending in with the
natives, ammiright?
#bangsandsunglassesarenotenough
#maybeifiwasonabikewiththreekids
#taylorswift (seriously, T-Swift, this is
getting out of hand…)
So as I rode home on the sardine-packed train
with my nose crushed against Oakie’s arm and another 7 humans within 6 inches
of my face, I smiled. Because isn’t it all just grace that we get to see the
things we do? Visit the places we do? Eat the livers we do? No journey is
without its respective livers and I hope I never forget how sweet they make the
noodles. And that I’m never too proud to wave that camera around in genuine awe
of the diversity of His creation. Thank you, Tokyo, for the reminder of how
small I am and thank you, Lord, for Your bigness that makes my smallness a
delight.
BONUS VIDEO/PICTURES:
Oakie drinking tea while gazing pensively out the window (his words).
Our new car!
The island of Enoshima
And the obligatory Hello Kitty store there...
...on my mind.
The largest hawk I've ever seen...
OH, now I get it.
Strolling in the gardens of the shrines...
Replica of the Liberty Bell in Tokyo
Tokyo when you give Oakie the camera...
And my first Starbucks of the move.
Thank you, Lord, for Starbucks being an international company that understands "caramel macchiato" everywhere you go...
Until, next time...
