Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Random Thoughts


Stan wisely planned for Tokyo to be our last stop knowing that I would want to shop and there would be many bags to carry. LOL.

I absolutely love to shop in Tokyo. Unless you have experienced it, it is hard to understand the impeccable customer service that is standard in Japan. Everything - from the sights, sounds, smells and  [impossibly] perfectly manicured, extremely polite, over abundant staff - is designed to make patrons feel like royalty.

I actually spent some time thinking about this.

I have traveled (and shopped) in many different cities and I believe part of the reason customer service in Japan feels extraordinary to me, has partially to do with California. Our laid back, independent, no fuss, get it fast, get it cheap mentally contributes to our being satisfied with less. (Emphases on satisfied.) It's even worse in other states - like West Texas where, in some cases, employees don't even speak English. Conversely, in the mid-west, like Chicago, and certainly in the south, like East Texas, Louisiana, Tennessee and North Carolina (all places I have visited), the old school commitment to service still exists (although not to the degree that we see in Japan).

So, I'm wondering ... what would happen in the U.S. if we polished off our manners and committed ourselves to excellence? What if we embraced the idea of serving and made it the basis for everything we do? How would that affect our bottom line? How would that change us as a nation? As individuals?

It's worth thinking about. 

Random Observations:

Japanese women do not point. Ever. Instead, they have perfected Vanna White hands to draw your attention to something. It's much more elegant.

Japanese people are very quiet. They speak in hushed tones and are careful not to bang, bump, drop, slam or do anything that is noisy. At breakfast the other day, a busboy was clearing the table next to us and a fork slipped from his tray and clattered on the table. He was embarrassed and turned to us and apologized. Can you imagine? I observed two exceptions: they slurp their soup and the men get louder (especially the younger men) after too much sake.

Small trays are used as mediators between parties during sales transactions. Money and credit cards do not pass from hand-to-hand. I had a hard time remembering this rule and often tried to hand someone my credit card. They would simply use Vanna White hands to draw my attention to the tray between us. Oops!

People do not eat or drink in motion. In the states, we walk around with our beverages in hand, especially water bottles. In Japan, people purchase food/drink, consume it, throw away the container and then continue on their way. As a result, there a very few trash cans around the city. The only exception is ice cream.

I never saw a single person chewing gum. 

Restaurants have pre-set menus and they WILL NOT modify SETS under any circumstances.

Japan, Great Britain and Australia drive on the left side of the road.

Japanese women do not cross their legs. I saw a few exceptions but, very few.

It seems like every person on the planet has a cell phone and has their face buried in it!

I don't recall seeing a single obese Japanese person.

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I am now sitting on the plane in Tokyo. In a few minutes, I will push my seat back, snuggle under a blanket, make a movie selection and settle in for a 10+ hour flight home.  It has been a wonderful trip. I can't thank Stan enough for sharing his miles and allowing me to tag along on another adventure. I am so blessed to have a friend like him! Our trips are the sweetest blessing and the memories will last a lifetime. 

Japan - until we meet again, may God bless you and make His face shine upon you. XO



Sunday, April 10, 2016

Come! Walk With Me

FRIDAY

My last post was lots of words and no pictures. Today's post is lots of pictures; and pictures are worth a thousand words.

Friday we did two things. 

First, we visited the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden. It was breathtakingly beautiful. I was enthralled, delighted, thankful, and at peace. 

Then, we shopped until we finally collapsed into a booth for dinner, laden with many, many parcels. It was a great day!

Please . . . come walk with me on a carpet of blossoms. Enjoy!

















Can you imagine laying on a blanket and looking up?


A carpet of blossoms.















This photo looks like one of those jigsaw puzzles we used to do as a family.



Blossoms on the water.





Different tree varieties.


An artist at work.








Reflections on the water.




Reflections. I love this photo.















SATURDAY

Today was another shopping day, however, we did make one stop at a temple to see this torii path.








Thursday, April 7, 2016

Where's the Beef?

WEDNESDAY

Yesterday was catch-up day. I spent the entire day in my room in my pajamas catching up on email, updating the blog, uploading photos, doing laundry and re-organizing my suitcase. (Our hotel had laundry facilities on the second floor, so that was very convenient - although I did have to get dressed for that part.)

In the evening, we had special plans for dinner. But first, some background.

According to an article entitled, "Food's Biggest Scam: The Great Kobe Beef Lie," posted on Forbes.com in 2012, Americans have been scammed on the whole Kobe beef thing. It's shocking, I know. Here is an excerpt from the article written by Larry Olmsted:

You cannot buy Japanese Kobe beef in this country. Not in stores, not by mail, and certainly not in restaurants. No matter how much you have spent, how fancy a steakhouse you went to, or which of the many celebrity chefs who regularly feature "Kobe beef" on their menus you believed, you were duped. I'm really sorry to have to be the one telling you this, but no matter how much you would like to believe you have tasted it, if it wasn't in Asia you almost certainly have never had Japan's famous Kobe beef.

The article goes on to explain why; it's very interesting. Here is a link if you are interested:


An update to the story entitled, "The New Truth About Kobe Beef ..." was posted in 2014 advising that a minuscule amount of Kobe beef is now available in the U.S. but only at select locations. 

Between the time the USDA changed its rules last August and the end of 2012, exactly five head of Kobe beef cattle had been shipped to the United States - five. Through the first 11 months of 2013, the U.S. received just 17 head of Kobe beef, never more than six in a single month and often none at all.

Thanks to recent changes, the single easiest way to eat real Kobe beef in the U.S. with confidence is to visit the Wynn Las Vegas resort . . . As of December 15, 2013, Wynn became the first U.S. end-user certified by the Kobe Beef Council as an authorized restaurant partner (a program that also includes Nobu in Hong Kong and the Sands resort in Singapore). This is a relatively new program outside of Japan that should eventually provide much greater levels of consumer protection at restaurants, and the Council is currently in talks with some additional U.S. eateries, including at least one in New York, but as of this writing, Wynn is the sole such outlet in the nation.

Here is a link to the full article:


Last tidbit of information from Wikipedia:

The increase in popularity of Japanese beef in the U.S. has led to the creation of "Kobe-STYLE" beef, taken from domestically raised Wagyu cross-bred with Angus cattle, to meet the demand. The meat produced by these cross-breeds is DIFFERENT from the "authentic" Kobe beef ... 

The proliferation of beef outside Japan marketed as Kobe beef is an issue for Kobe beef farmers. Due to a lack of legal recognition of the Kobe beef trademark in the U.S., it is possible to sell meat that is incorrectly labeled as Kobe beef.

So, by now you have probably guessed what our special dinner plans where. Stan made reservations at one of the highly recommended restaurants IN KOBE for us to have a fabulous dinner of authentic Kobe beef. Let me just say, it was worth the train ride and the pricey price tag! The meat literally melts in your mouth. It was amazing. I am ruined for life. How will I ever be satisfied with plain old angus beef again? Looks like I will be traveling to Wynn, Las Vegas for dinner more often. Who's in?

THURSDAY

Today was moving day.  

As is the custom, we were met at the train station by Stan's cousins, gifts in hand! Seriously! We have no more room in our suitcases! We were all reluctant to say good-bye; we so enjoyed our time together. With lots of hugs and promises to meet again soon, Stan and I were off to Tokyo.

The train ride was about three hours so I relaxed and spent some time listening to the Word and watching the scenery whizzing past me.

Our first stop after checking in to our hotel was our traditional dinner at Hard Rock, Tokyo. 

It's nice to be here!

P.S. I did not take a single picture yesterday or today so this post is just an update. However, Stan took this beautiful photo yesterday in Osaka.





Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Family Time + Kyoto

MONDAY

Today is Monday and as I write, I am sitting on the Bullet Train heading back to Osaka. We had a wonderful weekend in Hiroshima with Stan's relatives. In fact, we spent the entire day with them yesterday (Sunday). Everywhere we went we were showered with gifts, food, tea and politeness. They take the idea of hosting very seriously and truly out-did themselves this weekend. Finding ways to communicate with them was a challenge for me. Aside from talking with my hands (which I do anyway), playing charades, and Stan translating back-and-forth, I've been using my iPhone translator app a lot. It isn't always accurate (which makes for some funny misinterpretations) but it gets the job done. LOL.

One tradition that touches me is that the family always shows up at the train station, gifts in hand to see us off. (Yikes! More gifts?! There is no more room in my suitcase!) They dress up (coat and tie) and actually purchase a ticket so they can walk us all the way to the platform! They wait for the train to arrive and walk us right up to the door. After we board and find our seats, they position themselves where they can see us and waive and bow until the train has pulled away from the platform. Isn't that sweet? Who does that anymore? 

In contrast, when one of my friends needs a ride to the airport, I suggest they get a shuttle!! ha! ha! And if I DO take them to the airport, I slow the car down long enough for them to grab their bags and hit the ground running! ha! ha! (I can hear my mother saying, "Shame on you!" right now.)

I'm just kidding, mom.

Kinda.

But seriously, Japanese people are so polite, and in many ways, still so traditional. We could all take a lesson.


Love!

The boys!

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Picking back up on Monday evening from my hotel room, I just want to mention that when we arrived at our hotel in Osaka today, we were told by the front desk that we had a package waiting for us. Guess what? Stan's cousins (they live here) dropped off presents . . . for ME!

For goodness sake!

Needless to say, one of the things on our agenda was to go shopping and be prepared to do a little gift giving of our own when we see them tomorrow.

The rest of the evening consisted of a wonderful pedicure for me (delightful) and our traditional dinner at Hard Rock Cafe. We always visit one wherever we go, and if I don't have a T-shirt from that city, I get one. 

Note: I wish Stan had recorded a video of the check out process at the nail salon. The manicurist knelt at the low table in the waiting area and waited for me to put my shoes on, she presented a tray for me to place my money, she ran back to the counter to make change and then helped me on with my jacket. She walked us to the door thanking us the whole way and bowed several times at the door as we left. She remained at the door until we turned the corner and when I glanced back she bowed again. I resisted the urge to run back and give her a hug.

TUESDAY

I had an early wake-up call this morning and although I did not want to get up, I certainly didn't want to miss our day-trip to Kyoto.  I had the opportunity to visit Kyoto in 2013 and loved it. I was looking forward to returning with Stan's cousins.


Kyoto, 2016



Stan, Mitsuru, Yukiko, Nozomi, Erika


An interesting fact about Kyoto: 

Kyoto was at the top of the atomic bomb target list but was removed by the personal intervention of Secretary of War, Henry L. Stimson. Stimson wanted to save this cultural center which he knew from his honeymoon and later, diplomatic visits.

Whoa.

The first part of our trip took us to the district of Gion, one of the most exclusive and well-known geisha districts in Japan. Despite the considerable decline in the number of geisha in Gion in the last one hundred years, it is still famous for the preservation of forms of traditional architecture and entertainment. I read somewhere that many of the teachers at Gion's geisha vocational school are designated as Living National Treasures, a distinction given to people who Japan believes are "keepers of important intangible cultural properties and who preserve the time-honored traditions of the past." The streets of Gion are lined with old-style Japanese tea houses with traditional sliding doors, wooden fences and Japanese lanterns. It is so quaint. 










At the end of the main street, we came upon the oldest Zen temple in Kyoto, Kenin-ji. Stepping through the doors, visitors are immediately transported into a quiet, peaceful, relaxed atmosphere. We all had to take our shoes off and walk around in our socks. The temple is quiet. Shhhhh. Even though people were walking around and conversing softly the sound seemed to get absorbed somehow. Everything is open in such a way that inside and outside seem to merge. The gardens were tranquil in their simplicity. One of the core principles of Zen Buddhism is meditation and everything within the temple is designed to facilitate that.

Before I left L.A., my pastor talked to me about the importance of taking the time to enter into union with God through Christ and becoming AWARE of His presence. He reminded me of the verse in Psalms 46 that says, "Be still and know, recognize and understand that I am God." In our fast-paced, distracted, disconnected society we have lost the ability to quiet ourselves and hear the still, small voice of the Holy Spirit. After my experience today, Psalm 27:4 is my new prayer for this season: 

One thing have I asked of the Lord - that one thing will I seek, inquire for, and insistently require: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord [in His presence] all the days of my life, to behold and gaze upon the beauty [the sweet attractiveness and the delightful loveliness] of the Lord and to mediate, consider, and inquire in His temple.

Amen!

(I didn't take many photos of the temple because I had a camera malfunction. Stan finally got the problem resolved but by then the group was ready to move on and I didn't want to hold everyone up while I took photos.)






After the temple, we took a lunch break. We dined at a wonderful little place where the chef was happy to accommodate my food restrictions. I saw these lovely ladies on the way to lunch. They look like walking flower blossoms.




Among the traditional streets in Gion is Hanami Lane. Remember hanami from my previous posts? We ended up at a popular spot for flower viewing. Beautiful! After that, we walked around the shops and enjoyed the scenery.





This couple was taking wedding photos! I got in on the action!

Young love!



This cutie was serving dumplings and my heart loved her instantly.

Million dollar smile!



The day concluded with dinner at Mitsuru and Yukiko's favorite restaurant and a walk along the river to the train station. What a wonderful day.


Eating Japanese style; shoes off, low tables and kneeling pads.


Uh, I'm going to need help with the groceries.





Reflections.


Reflections.