Sunday

Tokyo in the Springtime



Vacations vs. Trips

There is a difference between a vacation and a trip. This was a trip. Challenge myself and see something I’ve never seen before, those were the things that I accomplished. Certainly not rest and relaxation. Even the simple everyday things, I had to relearn again. How to turn on the shower. How to read a cash register. Walk on the left-hand side of the stairs instead of the right. I was a child all over again. Did I have fun? I’m not really sure how to answer that question. There was an article in The Atlantic saying happiness isn’t the most important thing in life. That having a purpose or meeting a goal deserved to have equal or more importance. So maybe the thing I’ll most take away from this trip is that I made a promise to myself to see the world, and I’m gradually making it happen. 

Stop It’s Hamani Time

Hamani is the Japanese word for going to see the sakura. Sakura is the Japanese word for cherry blossoms. The air is so sweet smelling. Not like the overbearing scent when someone has too much perfume on in the elevator. It’s much lighter than that. The blossoms come in light pink, pink pink and hot pink. The best is when the wind blows and the petals fall from the tree creating flurries in the air. You see a little boy and his mom trying to catch them in the breeze, and everything is perfect.











One of These Things is Not Like the Others

I can’t quite remember the last time I felt this out of place. I would think I would be used it by now always being tall, taking honors classes, liking rock bands and dressing the way I want. But the staring. The first days I was so uncomfortable. Over time it phased me less. The second day I was sitting in the window of my hotel room, and I saw a jogger below wearing a #51 shirt. Was he a fan of Ichiro? I’m a fan of Ichiro. We could talk and be friends. It made me appreciate the United States more. In the U.S., the majority of us are outsiders, yet we still believe we belong.

A Friend in Need

Nobby saved me. Nobby was my volunteer guide I had signed up for on the Internet. It’s just like me to travel over 10,000 miles from home to meet someone from over the Internet when I’ve never done that in my life. He turned out to be extremely nice. My first 24 hours in Tokyo, I kept asking myself what had I exactly gotten myself into. But by the end of our day, I thought I can do this. He took me to the Meiji shrine, Yoyogi park and vintage shopping in Koenji. Koenji, a part of Tokyo (like Oak Cliff would be to Dallas) seemed to be my type of place – laid back, not over running with people and smiles instead of long glances. Nobby said the next time in I'm in Tokyo I can meet his parents. My new motto – Michelle, wining one Japanese person over one trip at a time. My gift to him was a Yu Darvish t-shirt. He said he would be his treasure.




Electric Avenues

I would hate to get the light bill for Tokyo. In Dallas, most of the buildings have lights. In Tokyo, the signs light up the building. Both the hotels I stayed at had views of the Tokyo Tower. On Saturday, it’s was lit up in blue. For the rest of the days, it was in its customary yellow and red-orange. Such a lovely sight.












The Maze That is the Subway System

I’m beginning to think the secret to Japanese longevity isn’t green tea or living in zen. It’s walking or walking to the public transport. The amount of stairs is endless. When you see an escalator, it almost seems like a mirage, but don’t celebrate yet, there’s guaranteed to be another set of stairs right around the corner. I did pretty well with the purchasing of tickets. Maneuvering the stations was the hardest part. At one point I was in Tokyo Station, and I couldn’t figure out how to get out there for the life of me. Then once you’re out, you have to figure out how to get back in. In Asakusa Station, there’s entrance for the Tobu line, across the street there’s an entrance for the Ginza line and then somewhere 200m across the intersection by a police box is the Asakusa line, which I gave up finding. It’s not horrible, however, it does require some patience. My legs where in dire need of a soak each day. Is there an onsen where I can just take off my pants? I mean a hot spring where I can dip my calves in without having to expose myself. I did try taking a bath one night, which was the equivalent of me taking a bath because of my height.




Japanese Grannies

While on my Mt.Fuji tour, a group of little old Japanese grannies got off a bus. They saw me, said something in Japanese and started giggling. Ah, little ladies you’re so cute. But know this, I can crush you.

Stone Temple - Gardens

Going to the temples reminds me of the scene in Lost In Translation when ScarJo is crying on the phone to her friend saying, "I heard some Buddhist monks chanting, and I didn't feel anything." The larger temples are wonderful to look at, but they're surrounded by people. If you are looking for peacefulness and serenity, the gardens are the way to go. The park near the Imperial Palace was so vast and it had tons of places to sit and listen to the birds or flowing water. The flowers were beautiful. The leaves so fully defined. You may not find yourself, but for a few seconds you lose yourself to beauty.















Food, Fashion and Favorites

You may be disappointed I didn’t try a lot of foods. I am not. Food for me has never been a priority while traveling. I much rather see a sight or go shopping and then pick up something to eat in my hotel room. I did discover the greatness of the rice ball wrapped in nori (seaweed) with a little salmon in the middle. I stocked up on that. Kokeshi dolls are my newest addiction. There’s something about fashionably decorated woodcrafts that I find irresistible. And by my clothes selections at a vintage shop in Koenji, I too am now obsessed with the cherry blossom. I bought two kimonos that may eventually turn into dresses. At times I felt overdressed in my bright colors as I was staying in more business like areas of the city. The dress code was most noticeably black; however, towards the shopping district things lightened up a bit more. The two most useful things during my time there: the shared ride/solo ride from Narita airport to my hotel saved me from being tired and lost on the first day and the pocket WiFi I rented saved me from being less tired and less lost for the rest of the week. Also, you can call the U.S. for free using Google Talk. Sake party at my place!




   



Tokyo Playlist on Spotify






4 comments:

M. T. Handed said...

I love reading your blogs and seeing how beautiful your pictures are!

Keith Andrews said...

I really enjoyed this M3K....I felt your pain...and love the playlist. And your new friend seems nice.

Craig Miller said...

Great write-up, and great pics! Looks like you had a wonderful time. Keep exploring.

Niki Campbell said...

Wow good for you Miss Independent!! You are my most cultured friend. Love the cherry blossom top! I think you need this as a tattoo now. Dirk would like it.