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Narita

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The travel day from Takayama to Narita was a long day.  It was a rainy day so I had to walk to the train station in the rain.  I’m glad I brought an umbrella so I was dry, but my suitcase and backpack were not.  If it’s going to rain, I’d rather it be on a travel day.

The first train took me through stunning mountain forests.  It was hard to believe, but the train ride was more beautiful than the bus ride five days before.  I felt much safer than I did on that bus ride also.  The train was a hybrid train.  When the message board wasn’t telling us what the next stop was, it was telling us if the battery or engine was being used.

Then it was back to the bustle of city life.  The train station was busy.  It was a bit jarring to my system and I felt lost in the mix for a while even though I wasn’t lost.

The next train was another shinkensen.  I looked it up on maps while I was on the train.  By car, it would have been a 4.5 hour ride.  By train it was 1.5 hours.  The train would go somewhere between 127 and 186 miles per hour at its fastest.

Then I’m back in Tokyo and I needed to find my way to my hotel near the airport.  I didn’t have a dedicated ticket for this train so I went back to my prepaid city card.  I was wondering when it would run out.  It had run out.  I wasn’t sure how much to add to it so I found a ticket booth with a person instead of a machine hoping I could load it with just enough, but not too much. 

I got to the platform where I thought the train would be.  There was a train there that wasn’t marked and mine wasn’t due to leave yet so I made the decision that it probably wasn’t a good idea to get on that train.  Two more came that had destinations on them that I didn’t recognize so I decided to not get on them either.  A fourth train showed up, also unmarked.  I asked someone “Narita?” and they nodded.  So I got on that train.  I sat down and happened to sit in someone’s ticketed seat.  I moved to another car and once again chose a ticketed seat.  After changing several times I suspected I might have gotten on an express train and not the local.  I probably needed to pay more for the ticket.  So I stood in the area between cars hoping no one official busted me.  I mapped a few things and paid attention to the variable message signs about upcoming stops.  Oh crap, I was on an express train going to the Narita Airport with no stops in the town of Narita.  There was one stop before the airport so I scooted off there and started my navigation over.  This time it was more obvious that I was headed to the town of Narita.  Whew – possible crisis averted!

Walking to my hotel I rejoiced in the fact that I was almost done with walking all over Japan on uneven sidewalks with my suitcase.  I was bummed that shipping my suitcase never worked once when I was hoping it would work each time

After checking into my last tiny hotel, I headed out for dinner.  I found one close by that looked good – they were full and not serving anyone new.  This happened three more times before I found a place that would feed me.  This is a country with restaurants EVERYWHERE.  How do I find so many that won’t serve me?  Do I look menacing?  Are they really that full?  Nothing like having trouble finding food to make you want to go home.

I walked around the shopping street that I had read was a must-see if in Narita.  Most things were closed, but my flight wasn’t until early evening the next day so I knew I’d come back.

After breakfast (last breakfast miso soup), I checked out of the hotel and had them hold my suitcase.  I was too early for the shops, but there was a temple that was supposed to have beautiful gardens so I headed there. 

I passed several restaurants with very long lines outside.  Also outside was an assembly line of cooks, cutting something, skinning it, grilling it and then serving it to-go to the next hungry person in line.  I think this might be eel breakfast for business men?  Like the Japanese version of a breakfast burrito stand.  How do you eat eel on the go?  Later I searched online and found out that Narita is the place to go for grilled eel. 

I spent the rest of the morning wandering around the gardens at the temple, trying not to die from humidity poisoning.  Ok, so that’s not a real thing, but it felt like it was.  The temple and gardens were great.  The shopping street was fun when shops opened.  I bought some souvenirs.  I avoided eating eel, but later thought maybe I should have tried it.  For a girl that doesn’t like fish, there was a 90% chance I would not like it, but I could have been wrong……

Overall, a great trip to Japan, but always happy to go home.  I must still live in the right place!

Shirakawago

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Shirakawago is a farm village where they decided to preserve the heritage of the area and allow tourists to visit and learn.  Our guide told us that about 500 people still live there.  Some businesses had turned to tourism, but some were still farming. 

I had so much trouble booking this tour.  Most tours of this area left from cities other than Takayama.  Most of the ones from Takayama were a full day including a tour of Takayama.  There were two half days that I found.  One didn’t seem bookable and then this one.  I had to book for two people.  So after I booked it through Get-your-guide I informed the tour company that I was just one person.  They said it was ok to only pay for one so I contacted Get-your-guide to get refunded for one person.  After several calls and on-line chats, Get-your-guide cancelled both my reservations and said “Sorry, computer glitch, there’s nothing we can do.  You can book a different tour”.   I tried to book this one again, but it was still for 2 people.  I went directly to the tour company and booked (for 2 people).  They said if more people joined the trip, they would refund one.  That seemed fair.  The day before, I wondered with all that back and forth, where am I supposed to go to start the tour?  My paperwork said the tour started in Shirakawago which was an hour away. I thought I had a conversation about being picked up at my hotel.  I watched my nervous system ramp up with the uncertainty.  I sent them a Whatsapp message and an email.  I tried to calm down.  Trust, just trust.  Stop making drama where it doesn’t need to be.  Of course, I got a response later in the day that they would pick me up at my hotel and there were other people so I would be refunded for one person.  I know better than to worry about stuff like this.

The tour group was me, our guide and a family of 5 from Australia. We left Takayama at 7:30 and got to Shirakawago at about 8:30.  We toured the village and went into a home that had been turned into a museum so you could see what the homes were like.  It was a big home warmed by a central fire that was also used for cooking.  Smaller ceramic containers could be filled with coals to warm other rooms.  The family would live on the bottom floor, the staff would sleep on the second floor in low roofed rooms only big enough to sit upright, but not stand.  The top three floors would be for work.  The top three floors were now used to display farming tools, tools used to make the things they needed, clothing, snow shoes, kitchen wares, and tools used in the silk worm business.  Even standing there looking at it, it was so difficult to imagine that life. 

They have modern amenities now such as electricity, running water, and modern farm tools, but much of the village buildings are the same on the outside as they always were.  I also assume it is no longer the situation where forty people live and work in one house.

The thatched roofs are a special feature of the village.  The guide showed us pictures of the whole village working on thatching a roof.  The roof takes a full day to thatch and needs to be re-done every 30 years.  They also have a village fire suppression system where a siren will go off before the ‘sprinklers’ start.  The fire suppression system will shoot large jets of water into the sky, covering the whole village in water.  There were pictures to see this as a demonstration would not be a good idea.

We ended by walking up to a village overlook.  By the time we walked down, the village was completely covered in tourists.  We were so grateful to have arrived early when there were hardly any people.

After going back to Takayama, I wandered around town some more and went back to the same restaurant for dinner again. This time there was no line, but the staff was the same and the celebration of dinner was the same.  This time I got the beef you grill yourself over a hibachi grill.  It was worth it just for the staff’s description of how to cook.  “Ssshhhh 2 minute, flip, ssshhhh 2 minute, dip, eat, mmmmmm, ssshhhh, ssshhhh, dip, mmmmm.”

Takayama Day 1

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I had to take a bus to get from Hirayu Onsen to Takayama.  I couldn’t get the ticket ahead of time so I checked out of my hotel after breakfast.  I was a little worried that there wouldn’t be room on the bus, but that worry was completely unfounded.  Most people at the bus station were passing through going to Kamikochi.  As usual, I worried for no reason.  I wondered what was so great about Kamikochi and should I be going there.  Nah, not with all those people.  Anyway, Takayama was a city with a population of about 85,000 people instead of a town of 50 so getting there early would just mean more time to explore.  I have no idea what the population of Hirayu Onsen is, but the whole region is less than 3,000.

I got to my hotel hours before I could check in, but I could store my luggage there.  I asked if there was a place I could get a massage.  The lady at the front desk printed a map for me, apologizing that it was kind of far.  It was a 15 minute walk in a non-tourist area, not really that far.  I always enjoy seeing non-tourist areas too so this was a nice walk.  On my way, I found a coffee shop as there was no coffee with breakfast.  The first coffee shop I went to was full and they had no room for me.  What wonderful thing were they serving that made them so packed?  Less than a block away I found another coffee shop with room for me. 

I was able to make an appointment for a massage at 1:00.  This meant I had over two hours to kill.  I looked at maps and found a couple shrines and a park nearby.  It looked like Takayama Sky Park had good views and it was about a half hour walk.  It was named sky walk so I expected I was in for a climb.  The last ten minutes of the walk, my expectations were fully met and I started to doubt my choice to walk to a park in the sky.  At the top was a nice little park and the views were great.  The breeze and sitting in the shade helped cool off from the climb up.

I watched an older man and his much older father arrive at the park and go stand at the overlook.  The father was all hunched over, but you could tell he was so happy to be at the park.  They walked slowly around the entire park.  I felt I was watching something sacred. 

The rest of the day was dedicated to looking at shrines, massage, a cat cafe, and wandering through shops in the old town.  There were a lot of tourists here, but I didn’t hear much English spoken. 

Since Takayama is in an area known for it’s beef (Hida Beef), I set out on a mission (again) to find a steak.  The first place my hotel recommended was closed.  The second  one required a reservation.  I found a yakiniku place where you could try a variety of different cuts of beef, grilling them yourself.  It was delicious and actually cheaper than the two places I couldn’t go to.

I got hotel pajamas again, although much nicer than the last place.  My hotel also had a public bath which was not sulphur smelling water, so it was much more relaxing for me.

I learned a couple things today.  I learned about sake balls and charred wood. 

I kept seeing this ball that looked like it was made of dead plant material.  It would be hanging over the door of some business.  So, I asked Google about the Japanese dead plant material ball and I actually got an answer.  A sake brewery or merchant will hang a green ball made from cedar leaves over their door to announce the arrival of fresh sake.  As the ball changes from all green in the spring to all brown in the fall, it is like a clock telling you the age of the sake.

On the bus to Takayama, I saw a clip of people burning wood so I clicked on it.  In Japan, they char the surface of the wood before building with it.  The process treats the wood making it water repellent and resistant to insects, rot and fire.

Hirayu Onsen

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When I was looking at Takayama as a possible place to visit, I looked up things to do.  One of the recommendations was to go to the Okahida area where there were a lot of hot springs resorts.  Why not stay a couple nights at a hot springs resort on the way to Takayama instead of doing a day tour from Takayama?  A little more research and I booked a room for two nights in Hirayu Onsen. 

Hirayu Onsen is a small village full of tourist accommodations, an unfriendly visitors center, a decent sized bus station, a couple restaurants and a lot of hot water.  I use the word hotel in this blog, but they are ryokans (guest houses).  There is water running under every street. Sometimes it’s in an open concrete ditch beside the street or in a ditch under the street with grates or pavers over it, and sometimes both.  You can hear it running everywhere, rushing, falling, trickling.  The town has three free foot baths sitting in different parks.  They are shallow pools with hot water to dip your feet in.  I’m sure every hotel has it’s own onsen bath. Most businesses seemed to have a small water feature out front too.

The hotel I wanted to stay at only had family sized rooms available for over $300 a night.  So I booked one in a less fancy hotel that was a little over $100 a night including breakfast and dinner.  My room was huge and overlooked a duck/koi pond.  It definitely wasn’t the high end hotel, but it would be good enough.  The hotel next to mine seemed to span quite an area including buildings on both sides of the street.  Every time I would go to or leave my hotel, there would be people from that hotel just milling around the street in their robes.

The day I arrived, I walked around town.  I went to the visitors center.  The guy at the desk never looked up once even when I stood right in front of him.  I picked up some maps and pamphlets and headed back out.  I found the town nature walk.  After about 15 minutes I decided I could check that of my list of things to do. I went to a gift shop and found the first foot bath.

The cost of my hotel room included dinner and breakfast. All the tables were the traditional tables where you sit on a mat on the floor. There were two dining rooms. In mine there were three single tables and a table for six. Most of the food was already laid out. A guy came over and lit a burner under the plate with beef and a burner under a dish with a white milky substance. He also brought me two different soups. The rest of the food was already on the table. The milky substance was tofu and it thickened as it cooked and then you put it in this delicious sauce. I tried everything except the river fish. Most of it was delicious. Most of it, I wasn’t sure what it was. One guy at the six person table came in, ate and left. Another came in, grabbed something he wanted to eat and left the room with it. The others came in and ate so fast they were done in under two minutes. The other single table guys came in after me and left before me. How did they eat so fast?

After dinner I went to the public bath at my hotel. In my room was a robe and towel for each day. There was also a pajama type top. I put on my robe and slippers to go down to the bath. When I was coming back I saw people in their robes with the pajama type top on top of the robe. Was that what I was supposed to do? I can’t decide if I like public baths or not. I’m thinking I’m not a huge fan.

Did you know that ducks wake up at 4:30am and start quacking loudly? I know that now. Breakfast was a similar experience to dinner in that the food was all laid out and most of it was mysterious. There was a goo on a leaf and a lady lit the burner below that plate. When the goo started to bubble because it was so hot, I took it and the burnt leaf off the plate. No, I was not supposed to do that. The lady shook her head and indicated that it was to remain on the burner. The leaf burnt to a crisp and the goo was stuck completely to it. I don’t get it. I think one of the first things I’m going to do when I get home is get an American breakfast. Although, I’m not completely against miso soup with breakfast.

On the map I got at the tourism place, there was a thing listed that had something to do with turtles. When I googled it I got one hit that Japanese make some product from soft shelled turtles (suppon). I got another hit that showed pink flowering trees. The translation was turtle nursery. So my first adventure for the day was to find out if this was a place where they raised turtles, sold products made from turtles or had a tree nursery somehow named after the soft shelled turtle. I was hoping for trees. It was trees! A grove of white and pink flowering trees. This is what I imagine it looked like all over Japan during cherry blossom season (which I just missed). I’m not sure why these were in full bloom, but they were a sight to see. The shades of pink ranged from white to baby pale pink to a slightly darker shade of pink. And when the breeze picked up, tiny petals fluttered on the breeze. They slowly drifted down to the ground, so graceful and soft. It was like some fairy tale movie. The building next to the trees had a tiny store in the front of a huge building. Inside were products I couldn’t identify. I didn’t stay long to look. Suppon is supposed to be very healthy and is used in stew for cancer patients as well as a supplement in Chinese medicine. I didn’t see any actual turtles.

I walked by the local ski resort. It looked to be about two runs in size. It was on the way to a waterfall. The waterfall was pretty, but the hike up to it was not in the shade so I was very hot when I got there. There was no cooling off in the waterfall as it was not accessible for close up inspection and the river below it was unfriendly. Another sightseeing stop in the general area was Big Tree, Onezuko. I found where I think the path went to get to Onezuko and it was straight up a narrow side sloping trail that could have used stairs. I did not want to come back down that. I was still hot from the waterfall walk so up didn’t look fabulous either. There would be no big tree for me.

Dinner was in a different area of the hotel tonight. I had a room to myself with a tall table and regular sized chair. It was a different assortment of mysteries. It was a different type of tofu still cooked over a flame. The beef tonight was cooked on the same leaf as I had for breakfast. I hope you are not supposed to eat the leaf. There was no way that was happening. All I could think of was “You’ve heard of Elf on a Shelf, now there’s Beef on a Leaf.” There was a different river fish tonight. It was the same “no way” from me, though.

After dinner I went to the public bath at the hotel I had wanted to stay at, but couldn’t justify the price. There were seven or eight outdoor pools and they were so clean. It felt like you were out in the forest instead out under the awning of the roof. I enjoyed this onsen much more than the one at my hotel. I was real glad I paid $8 to enjoy a new onsen.  Public baths were back on the thumbs up list.

Travel Day

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I got to the Ueda train station early, mostly because I didn’t know what else to do and partly because I hoped to see a shinkansen zip through the station without stopping.  When I was in Ueda in 2019, this happened. I’m not sure if I wrote about it then, but it was such a terrifying and wonderful experience.

After a couple shinkensen came and went, I heard an announcement.  It didn’t come with the same chime before it that seemed to announce a train arrival.  And it was never repeated in English.  Then I heard the gates to the platform click.  They were already closed, but this sounded like a “just to be sure” locking of the gates.  Then the roar came.  I stood up to get a better view, but couldn’t get my feet to move closer.  I felt the air change ahead of the train and it felt like the wind tried to carry me with it as the train sped by.  My heart stopped.  I’m sure because after the shinkansen went through, my heart hurt.  I had trouble catching my breath.  Of course, there was no way to do a video of it.  It all happened too fast and I was immobilized from instinctual fear..  I wonder how fast it was going.  I’m sure it slows down a little to go through a station?  They need a digital display that reports the speed.  It did happen a second time.  This time I got a video which of course is nowhere near as dynamic as the real thing.  I didn’t go up to the gate for fear the train might take my phone. 

I was on the first train for one stop.  It took 15 minutes to travel what would have taken one hour by car.  You do the math.

I had 45 minutes to get to my second train.  When planning the trip, I left time in between just to be safe.  Two trains were listed on the electronic board for platform 6.  Mine was the second listed.  A train sat at the platform so I assumed it was the first listed on the board.  That train left and the next train came earlier than I expected mine to come.  I stared at it.  There was no station name or train name on it in English.  I stared at it and decided to not get on it.  A third train came in.  A European couple was standing near me and he asked if this train was the one that went to Matsumoto.  I replied “I hope”.  Most of the cars were empty.  This was great since the seats looked smaller than my suitcase.  As car 4 rolled up, it was completely full.  Crap, my ticket is for car 4.  The sign on the side of the car said car 4 Shinano 8.  I felt pretty sure this was the right train.  I stood aside to let people out.  They kept coming out.  I’d peek around the corner, more people.  More people.  I looked to the other end of the car.  It also had a solid line of people coming out.  It was like the clown car I remembered from when I was a kid.  More people came out than could possibly have fit in the car.  Now I was concerned.  Would the train leave before I could get on it?  When I finally got on, Car 4 was empty except for me, the couple going to Matsumoto and 4 other people.  Whew – my suitcase could have a seat of its own. 

A little more than an hour later I was in Matsumoto.  First order of business: lunch.  Second: coffee.  Third: bus station.  I searched for a restaurant and found the cutest coffeehouse that also had sandwiches.  Score!  Goals 1 and 2 together.  The coffee shop looked like something I would expect to see in Europe.  The china was ornate and gilded.  Grand desserts in foggy metal cups came out.  Was it dry ice or just super cold?  Large coffees and small coffee came out.  Small open face sandwiches came out.  The proportion of dessert to sandwich was way off.  I had a ham and cheese sandwich and thought of ordering the dessert, but didn’t.  I had ordered a cinnamon coffee.  It was cinnamon and orange.  I hadn’t expected the orange, but it was a lovely combination.

The bus station was across the street from the train station and two blocks from the coffee shop.  I had my ticket on my phone so I went past the ticket office and straight to the bus platforms.  There were 10 platforms.  There was a timetable on the wall.  None of the timetables showed my bus. I didn’t feel like playing the game of “pick any number between 1 and 10”.  So I went to the ticket office and asked.  Platform 7. 

Whoa, this was a bus ride to remember.  The road was so narrow with tons of twists and turns as it climbed into the mountains.  The road was not wide enough for two buses (in my opinion), but we passed many other buses and large vehicles anyway.  At some blind curves our bus would just stop and wait for other vehicles to pass before making the turn.  At a couple places he stopped even though he couldn’t see around the curve in the road.  When the big vehicles had passed he continued.  I wondered if he had some sort of large vehicle radar that told him when he could go.  Through every tunnel I could have touched the wall if I could stick my arm out the window.  The bus was just as close to every guardrail and every other vehicle as well – just an arms length away.  The guardrail looked completely insufficient for how steep the drop offs were.  Yes, I had my seatbelt on for the whole trip. 

Most of the way the road followed a river.  At the bottom it was wide and dark green.  It got wilder, spicier, and full of whitewater as we kept going up.  Many places the river was dammed creating blue mountain lakes.  There were also more tunnels than I could count.  After each tunnel was a breathtaking view of the river, a lake or waterfalls.  The mountainsides were covered in every shade of green that exists.  The forest was dense with no hint that anything other than forest, water and us existed.  It was a stunning , beautiful, terrifying drive and I had the best/worst seat in the bus – front row where I could see out the front of the bus and left side window where I could peer down every drop off into a river or lake.  There were still pockets of snow up high and I was very glad I wasn’t doing this drive in winter.

Sorry for bus window glare in some of my pictures, but it was the best I could do.

Adventures in Laundry

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Today was laundry day.  I went to a laundromat instead of doing laundry at the hotel.  It was too early to check into the hotel so I thought I’d take my chances at a laundromat.

All the machines looked super large and the pictures above the machines showed the number of blankets each machine would take.  So maybe people only use this for large items they can’t do at home.  Still, I was there and I probably looked silly toting my suitcase around anyway.  Might as well do laundry there. 

I put my translation app on camera mode and tried to figure out how it all worked.  All the machines were combo washer dryers.  This is technology I am skeptical about, but here we go.

Step 1 – put laundry in machine, close door and remember machine number. Check.  I shut the machine door and the central control (my name for it) started talking to me in Japanese.

Step 2 – go to central control machine, select “English”, put in machine number – machine will flash green so you can be sure you have the right machine.  Green flash – check.

Step 3 – select “wash and dry”, put money in and receive change. 

Crap, machine took coins or 1,000 yen bills.  My laundry would be 1,300 yen and I had 900 in coins or a 2,000 bill.  Another lady was in the laundromat.  I show her the 2,000 bill and pointed at the machine.  It took a minute but she understood.  She ran out to her car and came back with two 1,000 bills to make change.  I was grateful.  Step 3 – check.

After successfully paying, my machine started to spin.  I’m pretty sureOh shit – I forgot the laundry detergent.  The door was locked tighter than a safe at the bank.  I peered in and there were suds.  Did this automatically provide soap too?  I hope so.  I suppose clothes washed in just water are still cleaner than clothes not washed at all?  And I suppose I could wash them again at the hotel if this was a $9 experience just for my blog.

Later I did the math.  I feel this was very expensive coin laundry.  Maybe I should have used the laundry at the hotel.  Too late, the laundry is no longer mine until central control releases it.

Central Control

I heard a 5 second song and then the door of my machine clicked.  My laundry was dry and smelled clean!

End of Class

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The class was great.  I feel so honored that I was able to attend.

The students have all gone home.  Only three of us and some staff remain.  I sit on my porch by myself drinking in the sounds of the forest, not a human sound to be heard.  Birds are chirping – at least 4 or 5 different calls from different directions.  One, I can tell he is flying by as he sings.  All the birds have high pitched sweet songs so I imagine them as small birds.

The breeze randomly changes from light to storm-like back to almost still.  The leaves sound like thousands of small pieces of paper rustling in the breeze.  There is the constant twack as leaves or twigs fall and hit other leaves and branches on their way down to the forest floor.  Then a large wind kicks up and all the branches stand at attention instead of drooping down.  The soft rustle turns to a louder roar becoming one solid sound like a distant train instead of a thousand smaller sounds. 

The whole pattern repeats.  Then the chirps of insects start to join the chorus as the sun starts its slow retreat.  Even though the sun is not gone yet, the temperature drops to needing long sleeves.  But I’m too enchanted to go get a different shirt.  The smells of dinner cooking start to show up with the bigger breezes.  I half expect to see elves or forest fairies.

Tomorrow I go back to the bustle of cities, trains, hotels and laundry.  Today I imagine this is what life was before cities, trains, hotels and laundry.

Tea House

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The first day of class was the day they would take their final exam.  This meant I had the day to myself unless I wanted to take the exam.  I’ve already taken the exam twice, once for my class and once with the class behind mine.  I chose a day to myself instead of taking a test.

My teacher gave me the lowdown on where I could hike in the area.  Most of it was walking on a small one-lane road, not actual hiking, but all the routes sounded wonderful.  One option was going to a nearby tea house.  That sounded perfect – a little walking in the mountains, some tea and then a walk back.  I headed out for my walk a little before the tea house opened so I could get there after it opened, have time for tea and get back to the retreat center for lunch.

The one lane road took me past an azalea farm.  Most of the plants had flowered, but there were plenty still in bloom.  Then it went through a little village of about 6-10 houses.  The village was quiet.  I didn’t see anyone out and about.  Every turn of the road offered me a different view of the mountains.  I missed the cherry blossoms, but now all the tree foliage was full and every shade of green was present at the same time.  The leaves were fluttering in the breeze.  There is a delicate quality to the leaves that felt so different from Colorado.  It’s hard to put my finger on it.  Aspen leaves flutter and feel small and delicate.  These leaves almost had another dimension to them, a different level of delicate.  They seemed more intricate in detail.  Obviously, there was more variety of trees and leaves.  They also felt artistically placed.  Each branch had a graceful flow and direction as if a team of artists had chosen the exact angle the branch would arc at, the perfect number of leaves and the orchestrated placement of those leaves on the branch.  It looked like art informed nature, but I could see perfectly why Japanese art is so beautiful – it mimics the perfection of nature.

The road gradually climbed, twisted and turned until another village came into view.  There, a few buildings into town was the tea house with an open sign.

I was the only guest there.  They seated me and gave me a menu.  I ordered a strawberry ice cream thing and a homemade ginger ale.  As I waited, I flipped through my emails.  My friend emailed me to tell me she had called them to let them know I was coming.  How sweet.

The ginger ale was what we would call ginger beer and it was the best I have ever tasted.   I couldn’t be happier with my choice.  The ice cream was good too – strawberry sorbet, vanilla ice cream, fresh strawberries, mint and a thick cream.  The cream made the dessert, it was slightly sweet and made your lips feel smooth and creamy.

Next I went in search of Nogura No Meoto Dosojin as it was supposed to be across the street.  It was a shrine of a man and woman that is supposed to bring good fortune for married couples, fertility, and maybe other good things I can’t remember.  I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking for so I walked right by it.  At some point, I gave up, turned around and went back the way I came.  Then I saw the rock carved with a man and woman on it.  I was expecting something bigger.  Hopefully, I got some luck or a blessing.

The walk back was the same way I had come and it was just as beautiful.  Even though there were no cherry blossoms (maybe one tree), there were many other flowers along the way if you looked.  I always love the smell of pine when hiking in Colorado.  No pine smell here.  No earth smell.  The air felt lighter and crisper.  Every few moments I would pick up a sweet smell, almost like candy.  Was it the flowers?  Was it the trees?  It would go away as fast as it had appeared.  A few minutes down the road, it would appear again.

Ueda

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I got up early this morning.  I’ve been getting up early every morning.  I’m not a morning person so it is weird to be awake before 6:00 each day.  Today it was extra nice.  It would give me time to explore Ueda before I left after lunch.  Plus, I had no need to hang out in my smoking room.

I walked to the Ueda castle.  It was originally built in 1583.  Now it is part of a park and museum.  It was so peaceful walking around the park.  There were other people, but it seemed private compared to Tokyo.  I took pictures and wandered. I heard drums off in the distance so I walked towards those.  I imagined they were the big ceremonial drums.  They stopped long before I could find them. 

I also walked to the Historic Street.  It looked like Japan from the 1500’s.  I enjoyed the walk through the alley neighborhood to get to the historic street as much as I enjoyed the historic street.  I love getting a glimpse of where people live.  I always try to imagine what life might be like I lived there, rode my bike to that shop and ate at that restaurant.  A bakery was open on the historic street, but none of the shops.  It was still fun to walk down the street trying to imagine what life was like back then.

For lunch I met up with my spiritual teacher and one of my past classmates.  She was not only one of his past students, but is now his translator and workshop organizer when he teaches in Japan.  The main reason I am here is to attend one of these classes.  I have met this class many times both in Japan, in Colorado and on zooms. So I was excited and honored to see them again and spend a week paying witness to their growth and their journey in person.

We left Ueda and headed up to the retreat center where the class will be.  The class consists of 2 men and 10 women.  A few minutes after I was shown to my room the guys came to say hi and take me to see where the girls were staying.  Most everyone was there.  I was welcomed with hugs and huge smiles.  Those that spoke minimal English told me they were glad I came.  The others told me in Japanese.  Even through the language barrier, I knew they were grateful I came all this way to be with them.  My heart was full and my happy tears were many.

I Like Long Walks in the Park with my Suitcase….

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Today was a travel day.  In Japan you can have your luggage shipped from one hotel to the next.  I asked my hotel about this.  They looked up the address of where I was going and said they could not do same day shipping.  It would get there the next day.  My smaller bag was not big enough for a change of clothes, all my chargers, my toiletries, etc.  I decided to travel with my suitcase. 

In the morning I walked around the area of my hotel so I could explore without my  suitcase as long as possible.  I found a shrine near the hotel and a park which were both peaceful and beautiful. 

An area near the hotel was a well guarded secret.  Every entrance had guards in front of it.  After walking by dozens of entrances all blocked off and guarded, I started to guess it was an area of government buildings.  Eventually, I learned it was the National Diet Building.  It is the center of political activity in Japan.  It is where their House of Representatives and House of Councilors meet.

I also noticed many small buses and vans just parked on the streets nearby.  They were all the same colors, white with a bright aqua blue.  They all looked like they came out of the 1950’s.  The windows in the back were covered with a heavy steel aqua colored mesh.  Was this to keep prisoners in or to keep politicians safe from attacks from the outside?  Upon doing some on-line searching, I found out they are police busses.  They can be used for transporting prisoners or transporting police to an event where many police are needed.  They can be used as mobile command centers as well. 

So I still don’t know why there were so many in this area, but I was pretty sure something important was going on.

I had to check out at 10:00 and my shinkensen train (fast train) wasn’t until a little after 1:00.  In theory, it would take a half hour to get to the station the shinkensen left from.  What should I do for 2.5 hours?  There was a big park next to the station.  What could be more fun than taking your suitcase for a romantic stroll through the park on a lovely Saturday morning?

It took a few tries to figure out the best way to navigate the escalators with the suitcase.  Too far in one direction and it might fall off the step when the step appears.  Too far in the other direction and you’ll get squished by it when the step appears.  Then when the ride comes to an end, you better be ready to give a good shove or it gets stuck on the transition and the person behind you runs into you.  There were plenty of escalators to practice my technique on the way to the park.

There was also one giant staircase leaving the station just to make sure I got a good arm workout for the day.  Then all the different sidewalk paver textures, street crosswalks and the park trail rounded out the workout as I use various muscles to push, pull, drag, lift, and skitter my suitcase along.  I hoped the wheels would survive Japan.  I need an adult sized version of the suitcase some kids have that they can sit or ride on.  Why aren’t there more ride-on suitcases?  So, of course, I got on line and looked up ride-on suitcases.  There are quite a few options.  One was a scooter suitcase.  That’s what I need.

I felt silly taking my suitcase through the park, but I wasn’t the only one.  I saw quite a few other people enjoying the day with their luggage.  I sat on a bench by the lake and watched people in pink and white paddle boats paddle slowly by.  You could hear children’s laughter echoing from all parts of the park.  The sound of footsteps all around as some people wandered and some were out for their mid-morning jog.  And the sounds of conversations filled the air as well.

I couldn’t fathom taking my suitcase out to lunch so I reached to the bottom of my purse and pulled out the emergencheese – individually packaged cheese I had shoved in there in case of a food emergency.  What if the plane only had fish?  I’d have emergencheese.  What if my hotel restaurant wasn’t open and I couldn’t find another place to eat?  Emergencheese.  What if you were in a park and didn’t want to look for a restaurant and then shove your suitcase into that restaurant?  You guessed it – Emergencheese.  It did the trick but was completely unexciting.

I gave myself plenty of time to find my train.  My train name was the Asama, but of course none of the signs said Asama.  I followed the signs to the shinkansen assuming all the fast trains were in the same location.  There was a big sign above the gate to the shinkansen that had a lot of the train names, departure times and platform numbers on it.  There were no trains past 12:30 shown yet, but I felt I was headed in the right direction.  I went in the ticket office and asked what platform mine would leave from – platform 19. 

I got to the gate, put my ticket in.  The machine sucked my ticket in and spit it out farther ahead, but the gate didn’t open.  A train employee nearby instructed me about what I did wrong in Japanese.  I scooted backwards until I was out the gate and got in line to see her since I had no idea what she said or what to do.  Each shinkensen ticket comes with a local ticket as well.  I needed to put both in at the same time.  It would have taken me a half hour of trying other wrong ways before I would have thought of trying that…..

I put both in.  They both got sucked up and spit out.  The gate opened and I was free to go find Platform 19.

I got to Ueda and found my hotel with no problem.  Again, the hotel had an automated machine with a guy standing behind it helping me push all the correct buttons.  He took my key out of the machine and proudly exclaimed “one smoking room”.  No, I didn’t book a smoking room.  I asked if there were any non-smoking rooms I could switch too. He told me they were fully booked.  I looked at my email booking confirmation.  Oh, right there – smoking.  I can’t believe I did that.  I can’t argue with it now.  I checked online for quite a while.  I used Agoda, Google Maps, Hotels.com and Airbnb.  Not only was this hotel fully booked, every hotel in the entire town was fully booked. 

I opened the window in my room and sprayed the room/fabric spray they gave me.  The spray did nothing.  I did some laundry, shoved my clean clothes in my suitcase and vowed to not open it again until I had to.  I doubt the room would have ruined my clothes since no one was actively smoking in my room, but better safe than sorry.

I found a delightful place for dinner that had a caprese salad.  It was really good.  The woman that made the salad was excited to tell me she made the mozzarella that day and showed me pictures of the process.  I find most people I have come into contact with want to welcome me and have an interaction with me even if small.  People are quite friendly here, especially outside the big city. 

I decided to keep my window open all night.   There didn’t seem to be too many bugs to make this a problem.  When the train went by, it sounded like a jet plane was landing in my room.  Either I was too tired to care or the trains stopped running at night, because they didn’t keep me awake.