Kyoto, Friday June 18 — Tsuyu, or the rainy season, hit today — making for soggy sightseeing but bringing temperatures down to the pleasant 70s. We tackled the crowds at the Kinkakuji or Golden Pavilion, the most famous of Kyoto landmarks, a gilded temple on the edge of a white and purple lotus filled pond. Quite lovely despite the crowds. We also visited the famous rock garden, Ryoanji, which was packed with Japanese high school students, some of whom interviewed us for a school project to practice their English. Then it was off to the Toei Eiga Mura, a theme park built around the sets actually used in samurai movies. We watched a live samurai/ninja show, which delighted Will and Ibrahim with all the sword fights and acrobatics. Soaked, we then made our way to a soba shop, Owariya, dating back 400 years– they had photos of the current crown prince eating there– but it was pleasantly low-key and delicious.

We then ventured to a covered food market selling everything from smoked fish ovaries (Asma identified them, much to her horror), to fresh local vegetables and tiny whole fish will gobbled from the sample trays. Will and ibrahim had on their matching japanese soccer jerseys so they drew comments everywhere– kawaii or cute” the boys want to wear them every day — fortunately we can wash them at night and they are dry morning. We are now back at the hotel, about to head out for our final adventure — a walk down a narrow red-lantern lined street called Pontocho that includes a shrine to a raccoon that is credited with saving a neighborhood from a fire 25 years ago. And you know will is crazy about raccoons!

Will’s favorite memory of the day: the ninja place. Not that he is totally without culture– this morning he told us he wanted to go see some temples!!!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

 Groundhog day. We lived the first morning in our ryokan in Shuzenji, then took a train to Tokyo Station, and then another to Narita Airport, then a quick smooth 8 ½ hour flight home for our second Sunday morning, March 29. We are totally jetlagging, but home and safe. Will is up sleeping; I’m just up from my nap. It’s unbelievable how small the world has become that you can pass from one such different world to another in the span of a few hours. Our ancestors would be amazed.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

 Last day in Japan. We were so exhausted last night we fell asleep in spite of the herd of insomniac Japanese elephants in the room above us. The walls here are paper, and the floors creaky, and sound travels. They must have gotten in late, and they made quite a ruckus, and unfortunately they got up early too. Ah well, we don’t want to miss out on a minute of our vacation.

 After a two trips to the onsen, a traditional Japanese breakfast of fish, raw fish, grilled fish and unidentifiable fish, we went out for a walk around the cute little town. Today is quite cold, low 40s, so it looks like we might not venture out to either the Cycle Sports Center, a bike park, or the fake Canadian village with steam train. Too cold and gray. The boys are playing ping pong in a room downstairs at the ryokan, and I’m going to read. We’re looking forward to more sumo, more fun food, and more adventures on our last full day in Japan. Uh, oh, here come the boys!

 It was cold today, so we stayed close to home. Will went to his favorite pop-gun arcade, where the man and woman who run it love Will. They let him sit on the counter and lean way over to shoot the little clay cupids and Jesus-things in order to win small toys. Sacrilege? Nah. It’s Japan.

 We then had soba – Will’s favorite new food. We’re going to start eating soba at home, and we think we can find some converts among his more food adventurist friends – Jimmy? It was also a relief to see the Japanese tourists from Tokyo at the next table watching ME to see how to grind the fresh wasabi root into my dipping sauce. It made me feel better that we’re not along in having to have the food explained to them as well!!! Will also tried some unidentified root-gel stuff, which was quite good. We came back and took hot spring baths – Will and Rick in a lovely indoor bath with thick cedar posts brought in from Taiwan, and I in an outdoor onsen.

 The town and ryokan have become much more crowded; the tea travelers are showing crowds of new guests to their rooms and giving tours of our ryokan. They are walking on the wooden walkways over the ponds that underlie the ryokan; one of the walkways is just perpendicular to our room, so the new guests have a view of the strange foreigners in their yukata watching sumo on TV in their room.

  We felt like waving or something. I asked if we should shut the shoji to give us privacy.

 Rick said, “I don’t care.”

 Will retorted:  “I care for the door to be shut.”  And he leaped up to close the paper shoji doors.

 So we sit with our sumo, and what Rick calls “beero and Sinbad” – translated as beeru and sembei, beer and rice crackers.

 Oh no, our favorite up-and-comer Homasho just lost! Ohhhh! And now the referees have reversed the bout – his opponent pulled his hair. Homasho wins!!! Gotta go hug the boy, who is currently doing the sumo dance.

Friday, March 27, 2009

 Well, we checked out of our Tokyo hotel this morning and boarded the “Odoriko” Express train for Shuzenji, an old and famous onsen, or hot springs, town 2 hours southwest of Tokyo. It’s called “Odoriko,” or Dancing Girl, for the famous short story by Nobelist Yasunari Kawabata called “The Dancing Girl of Izu.” Shuzenji is located in the center of the Izu Peninsula and is famous for being the stage-set for various bloody family infighting among the Kamakura shogun families of the 12^th to 14^th centuries. These stories include a mother ordering the assassination of her own son, and another of a brother betrayed, imprisoned in the temple, and who later committed seppuku, or was poisoned by lacquer in his ofuro, or bath.

 In addition, Kobo Daishi, a famous Buddhist priest, supposedly founded the Shuzenji temple in town and caused a hot spring to erupt from the ground at the spot where he saw a young boy bathing his father’s feet, trying to heal his illness. (The spring, called Tokko-no-Yu, is being rebuilt in the center of the river that runs through town, so the entire stream bed is torn up –not very picturesque, but it will be nice when it is done.)

 Much later, in the 19^th and 20^th centuries, Shuzenji became a favorite haunt for various famous writers and artists, including Natsume Soseki and Kawabata.

 Enter a 21^st century writer, Baruto, or as we like to call him, Rick-ruto, after the massive Estonian sumo wrestler who is either tossed on his ear from the ring, or who literally picks up his opponents, carries them to the side of the ring, and deposits them unceremoniously outside the sumo ring. Baruto is a little hairy, a little easy to mock, and Will and I like to tease Rick that Baruto is his alter ego.

 So we arrived at this hot springs town this morning, and left our bags at an old ryokan dating back more than a century. All of the buildings are national cultural assets, which means among other things, they are old. And cold. We toured the town, its temples, shrines, gift shops and tombs of the various slain Minamoto family members, and then settled into the ryokan for our first dip in the hot springs. We went to a private “family” bath in the basement, where I could show the boys how to bathe and not get soap in the onsen. The drill is you bathe sitting down on little plastic stools, get totally clean, rinse off and only then do you enter the communal hot bath. Well, Rick got it almost right, except he tried to shower standing up, and then, God forbid, squeezed his washcloth onto the rocks that flowed into the hot onsen. I mean, that’s like, super bad. But what everyone after us doesn’t know, won’t hurt them, right?

 Then I had to stop another disaster when Rick wanted to use the tokonoma as a luggage rack. The raised tatami matted area called the tokonoma is a special area of the room, which features artwork such as a scroll and ikebana, or flower arrangement. Oops. Not a luggage rack.

  Our room is a large tatami-mat room, complete with attached private bath and toilet, and a little sitting area looking out on a koi-filled pond. Once we’d settled in, had our bath and were lounging in our robes, Rick-ruto pulled his gravest faux pas ever. I’d told him perhaps five times in the days leading up to the trip about the “bathroom slippers,” plastic slippers that are used in and stay in the toilet area of a bathroom. I’d been afraid he’d go answer his door at the hotel or something and have on the “potty slippers,” which would be super bad. Anyhow, I’m sitting in the tatami mat room and here comes Rick, holding the potty slippers in his bare hands, saying “Someone forgot their slippers in the potty,” implying Will had made a big transgression. I screamed, “No not the potty slippers!” Ok, so I’m being dramatic, but it was incredibly funny. And it showed how much Rick doesn’t listen to me when I’m talking.

 Will has been loving the ryokan experience and looks quite adorable in his little yukata robe and tanzen jacket. He grooved on being served dinner in our room, which was a long and elaborate meal. Rick was slightly, but not totally, freaked by the grilled pregnant fish full of eggs (he may not have known they were eggs and I didn’t have the heart to tell him, though Will noted they tasted like the tobiko on sushi); but it was the other grilled fish head, which was quite delicious, that nearly got all of us. Rick asked Will if he wanted the eye, to which Will answered that he was adventurous. However, when Rick popped the eye out with his chopsticks and it went squirting through the air, all of our gross-out meters went off. The eyeball was not eaten.

  Whenever we couldn’t finish something, it seemed to disappoint the woman who looks after us here. They have an army of kimino-clad women whom Will has dubbed “tea travelers,” because they can been seen hurrying down the corridors bringing tea to guests. Rick doesn’t want to disappoint our tea traveler, a lovely woman who serves us meals in our room and makes up our beds, so he is planning to throw what we can’t eat at tomorrow nights dinner to the carp outside. He’s just kidding, of course, but the image got us all to laughing. And then Rick said he was going to take the video camera to the all-men’s communal bath, and tell them he was going to make a Youtube video of the men’s bath,  and then he would cannonball into the onsen, and ask all the other men why they weren’t wearing their potty slippers, which being plastic are waterproof and thus perfect for the onsen. OK, maybe you had to be here, but we were all rolling on the tatami mats weeping with laughter. Perhaps we need some sleep. But much to Rick’s dismay, we have to wait for our tea traveler to lay out our futon so we can sleep. Things are tough all over.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

I’d forgotten how impossible it is to find restaurants in Tokyo. Though, as I mentioned before, it’s infinitely easier than it was before the Internet. Twenty years ago, I remember my friend Laura Silverman and I wandering the streets literally for hours, looking for a restaurant we’d heard about, before finally giving up and eating at some cheap yakitori-ya near the train station.

 Well, we suffered from the same predicament last night. We’d chosen Bird Land, a yakitori place in Ginza recommended by several books and websites, and set out after the sumo tournament ended. Streets are not marked here, nor are there numbered addresses. (It was funny; today, I asked a police officer where Akasaka-doori was, a totally major street, and he didn’t know. It was the street we were on.) Anyhow, we had a map, but couldn’t find the place because there was no sign on the street. I finally remembered to figure out what building it was, Tsukamato Biru, and was able to make out the kanji on a sign. We took an elevator to the basement, and lo, there was Bird Land. But it was manseki — no seats available. 

So at 6:45, with a very hungry child, we set off for the yakitori shops under Yurakacho station. But none looked right, or I couldn’t read the menu well enough, and we finally found one near our hotel. But most of the offerings, as I inquired as to what eat item meant, were liver, heart, skin, gizzard — AAAAGh. Perhaps I’d eaten these things blissfully in the past, but somehow knowing what they were made them less appetizing. We ate some skewers, including some very delicious shiitake mushrooms — no rice, no sprite  — and came back to the hotel and crashed.

Today was Rick’s last day of his fellowship, and it was a glorious blue-sky day, though cold, and clouds moved in midday only to dissipate later. Will slept until after 9:30 (apparently the 20,000-plus step days are getting to him, not to mention that my legs are sore from hiking up and down all the subway staircases — Will refuses to let us use the escalators to increase our pedometer counts). Because we missed breakfast at the hotel, I went on-line to figure out where I could get an American-style breakfast for Will. We went to Akasaka to find a 24-hour breakfast place called Anna Miller’s, but of course, after searching, and stopping a very nice woman who used her cell phone to help us find it, we found out it had gone out of business. So we went to a creperie, ordered Will a crepe with eggs and ham on top, and of course, it was weird for Will, and he did his best to eat the eggs and ham without touching the crepe. He’s picky, but he’s becoming much less freaked out by strange food. Two years ago, he would have burst into tears. Today, he made the best of it. He’s growing up.

We then went to our favorite donut shop, Neyn, bought another six donuts, and wandered through Akasaka to Tokyo Midtown, which is this enormous, weird skyscraper/shopping mall/art museum/park/Ritz Carlton complex that defines new Tokyo. Unfortunately, the museum was closed, much to Will’s disappointment. So we walked to Roppongi Hills, a slightly older weird skyscraper/shopping mall/art museum/park/hotel complex. There, we took an elevator to the 52nd floor of the Mori Tower, which took a bit of courage on my part, because I am afraid of heights, and skyscrapers, and earthquakes. I was picturing how wildly we would sway if a big earthquake hit! But the view was totally amazing, 360 degree view of the city stretching out as far as you could see. We could see all the places we have traveled these last seven days — it was a great capper.

 We then returned to Akasaka to find a recommended Udon restaurant, but of course, couldn’t, so we settled for a Chinese restaurant where Will devoured the fried rice and charmed the staff, though the waitress couldn’t tell if Will was a girl or boy. Perhaps he needs a haircut???

 So we’re back at the hotel, watching Yamamotoyama face an opponent half his size. He’s not been doing well, so we’re hoping for this 252-kilo underdog. (no way that’s his weight, it must be in pounds.)  Hope you are all well. We’re off tomorrow for Shuzenji and the hot springs/Japanese inn experience. Tonight, kaiten sushi, or kuru-kuru zushi, Jimmy Maslen’s favorite, on a conveyor belt. It’s usually not the best sushi, but we figure 5 minutes from the Tsukiji market, it’s gotta be way better than anything back home.