Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
Not really! Here’s a nice picture of the four of us. Hello, Daibutsu! The Big Buddha was our first stop in Kamakura—my favorite place in Japan!It was a perfect fall day—warm sunshine, a cool breeze, and everywhere we looked, the leisurely descent of red and yellow leaves. I had a grand hiking route all planned…
Happy Thanksgiving from Japan! We had to celebrate a little early here so we could include Chris before he deployed Wednesday…one day before Thanksgiving…but at least we all got to spend the evening together! Daddy and Chris even helped! Nice potato-mashing, Chris! Mama, Daddy and I took a Thanksgiving stroll along the Hikichigawa they’ve heard…
First thing Monday morning we headed off to tea ceremony lessons, where Rebekah, Joyce and I practiced serving sweets and making thin matcha tea with Mama and Daddy as our honorable guests. Rain pounded the leaves on the pavement outside while we took turns sipping green tea or ladling steaming water into tea bowls. The…
The leaves are turning, the air is crisp…you know what that means: Mama and Daddy are coming!!! And…they’re HERE!! We drove along the vibrant Hikichigawa Saturday morning—the beginning of their first full day. Chris had watch on base, but we stopped to say hello on our way to the Yamato Promenade Antique Market. Hi Chris!…
This is scheduled to be the LAST post about Thailand! Whew, finally! That’s good, considering I arrived home more than a month ago. My goal was to complete the Thailand posts before my parents arrive, so we are right on time. So anyway, this is the next discovery made by the five intrepid explorers on…
Chris and I had a totally fun day in Hakone. What’s funny about Hakone is that everyone around home and in Hakone says, “Oh! Hakone is so close! You can go again!” Well, sure, I guess compared to other places it’s close, but Hyperdia says it’s two hours on a good day, and on the…
A day with no autumn wind—a day with no sake in my pot!Matsuo Basho (1644-1194) First autumn morning:The mirror I stare intoShows my father’s face.Kijo Murakami (1865-1938) In the blue heavens, cold geese calling.On the empty hills, leaves flying.Monk Ryokan (1758-1831) In autumn paddiesI make myself a makeshift hut—for a short stay:and how cold are…
