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Notes from a Gaijin, part One

Note: “Gaijin” is the Japanese word for foreigner.

In an effort to avoid jetlag from my week-long jaunt to Japan, I took two carefully-timed Benadryls on my flights to San Francisco and Baltimore so I’d be back on a normal East-Coaster’s sleep schedule. No, I’m not above exploiting a drug side effect, but on the plus side, no allergies on the trip home! My plan somewhat worked–I was super peppy for the 4am drive to school and for class (“What guys?! It’s 9 pm in Japan!”) but crashed before I could accomplish anything I had planned.  So here’s what I’d meant to post about the trip yesterday, stay tuned for more in future posts.

I was in Kyoto doing Buddhist-y things, not Tokyo jamming with the fashionistas. So expect photos of ginkgos and temples, not high-rises and harajuku girls.

THINGS JAPANESE PEOPLE DON’T DO:

Lock their bikes.  I saw a bunch of people riding these sweet little cruisers through the streets of Tokyo–they ride on the sidewalk, which is much safer for them but means you have to dodge a grocery-toting grandma at any given time.  Anyway, when you get to the Lawson (Japanese convenience store), you park your bike outside the store and leave it while you shop.  Need to run another errand?  Just leave your groceries with your bike and grab them when you get back.  No one is worried about someone jacking their bike because it doesn’t really happen in Japan.  Seriously, you know how fast that bike would be gone in the U.S.?

I didn't take any non-artsy pictures of bicycles. So you will have to trust me that there are a lot of bikes here, and they are all unlocked.

This made me want to hug every Japanese person for cultivating that “community of trust” that people are always talking about, but of course that would have been super awkward, since randomly hugging acquaintances is another thing a Japanese person would never do.

Let you be the last one to say thank you.  The politeness of Japanese culture is something I knew to expect, but even so I still had culture shock at the degree of consideration woven into Japanese custom that you simply don’t see in Western culture.  It’s analogous to the difference between saying “thanks” and “thank you very much”…but more intense.  It ranges from bowing to people you meet to show respect, to taking your shoes off in the home, or taking things with both hands (one hand is rude), or pouring a drink for someone else before refilling your own glass, or even using the right level of politeness when speaking (there are several built into Japanese, from one for familiar friends and family, to normal-polite for everday, and extremely polite for the elderly or someone else you respect).

Of course this is all what I could pick up from a few days in the country–the nuances of Japanese courtesy are so varied that all I knew was I felt extremely accommodated the whole time I was there.   And hopefully my attempts at politeness didn’t crash and burn, but even if they did, something else the Japanese don’t do is:

Make you feel rude/dumb, even though you probably have been.  In Japan you are never made to feel like you committed a faux pas, even though you keep asking how much everything is and you just tried on a cloth gift bag because you thought it was a scarf.  They will never look at you like you’re crazy, or say “No, we don’t have schoolgirl-panties-vending machines here, you insensitive racist.”  (Note: I overheard someone ask this, I didn’t ask myself, I promise.)  My host family was so hospitable and understanding, even though I really had no idea what I was doing, and I can only really say “thank you” and “soy sauce” in Japanese.

All in all, my trip was lovely, AND I got to eat real ramen.  More later on why I went to Japan, and what I actually did there!

Better than instant, but that was kind of a given.

Traveler

Sorry for my lame [non] posts over the past couple of weeks; I’ve been struggling for inspiration.  Today I’m just going to copy Lori’s Traveler post, because I DO love to travel … for the most part.

What I love about traveling:

I love seeing things I’ve only read about in books or seen in movies.  Just that pinch-yourself feeling of I can’t believe I’m actually here is one of my favorite things in life. I also love visiting historical places and thinking about all the people who were there before me.

What I don’t love about traveling:

I don’t love living out of a suitcase, sleeping in a hostel, or getting sick from eating things my immune system can’t handle.

Some of the cool places I’ve been able to visit/live in the past few years are:

 

Paris bridge

France

Amsterdam Canal

The Netherlands

Belgium

Belgium

Egyptian Pyramid

Egypt

 

 

Galilee Region

Israel

Rocky Steps

Philly

California beach

California

Capitol Building

D.C. (Okay, so maybe this one doesn't really count.)

I used to watch this Death Cab for Cutie video and daydream about how great it would be to travel the world like that girl.

Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure that I’m done with traveling the world for now. (Cost and the fact that Husband and I would BOTH have to get new passports took care of that phase pretty quickly.)

And hey … who wants to travel the world alone, anyway?

Our goal for 2011 was to take a trip together to a major U.S. city.  We’re going to stay with a friend in New York City next month, and we’re SO excited! We’ve both done the touristy thing in New York before, so we can’t wait to explore some of the shows, shopping, restaurants, and parks that we’ve never been to.

What are your favorite things to do in New York?? I’d love to hear your suggestions!

P.S. Sorry for the poor picture quality — I lost all my photos when my laptop died a year and a half ago, so I had to make do with Facebook.  (Lesson learned: back up your photos!)

Traveler

Oh, hello Life in Labels readers! I wonder, have you noticed that I’ve been a terrible blogger for the past few weeks? Are you wondering why? Let me update everyone on what I’ve been doing:

1. Papers

2. Wine tasting

I’ve been enjoying my last semester of college, and trying to balance writing papers with drinking wine. Following in the theme of enjoying my last semester and also Joceline’s post, I’m writing from Newport Beach, California, where I’m visiting my mother’s twin sister (and my godmother and favorite aunt). I’ve NEVER gone anywhere on Spring Break in college, ever. I usually worked at my same internship, trying to scrounge up some pennies. This year, I treated myself. This is my view today (no, I didn’t take this picture):

My aunt spends most of her time in Palm Springs, CA, but recently got a job in Newport. Friday night, we’ll drive back to the desert for my last night. Saturday, it’s back to Virginia.

BUT! I have good news! I’ve also booked a trip to SPAIN with my little brother! Graduation, what what? May 24th, we head to Madrid, Barcelona, and Valencia.

I’m hoping to experience this:

and this:

Now, I have a question for the audience. What should we see? Where should we stay? We already have our trains booked, so those are the three cities we’re definitely seeing. Please, enlighten me!

Also, stay tuned. I will be writing about my response to Waiting for Superman, and I will probably even post a few of my essays on educational policy from one of my classes this semester. I’ve been putting off delving deep into the label of “Teacher,” because it’s intimidating. The education system is broken, and teaching is a tough life. But, I promise to delve into it more.

On a much lighter note, don’t forget to tell me about Spain!

[Wishful] Traveler

I just spent a blissful week at home on break, during which I got my wisdom teeth out and laid in bed for a couple days eating mushy food and overdosing on Advil.  I’m not one to visit exotic locales on spring break (or in general), but given time, money, and an adventuring spirit, here is the one place on earth I’d most like to visit before I die.

SCOTLAND

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 I’ve always been fascinated with the British Isles.  This is probably due to several factors, including 1) American chick flicks portraying the B.I. as a romantic, lush realm full of rugby-playing men and crumpets (Notting Hill, Love Actually, Dear Frankie, etc.); 2) accents.  British, Irish, Scottish…need I say more?

 But the reason I want to visit Scotland is not to see the Highland Games or to flirt with strapping kilt-clad, bagpipe-tooting Scottish lads.  No, the real reason is to see the Caledonian Pine Forests

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Back in the days of the last glacial period, the Caledonian Forests covered most of the Scotland, but have since retreated to a tiny fraction in the north (where it’s cold enough for the Scots pine). Majestically tall evergreens mingled with oaks and rowans and other broadleafs?  Ancient trees sheltering lichens, over 200 fungal species, and any number of plant and animal species that can only be found within the forest boundaries?  Thick carpets of pine needles covering huge wood ant nests? Knowing my tree-hugging ways, you should know the thought of this historical forest really gets me going. 

It would be fair to say that I’m obsessed.  I did write a research paper on the conservation of the Caledonian Forests in undergrad, so it’s not just my rabid love of nature that allows me to spout nerdy ecological facts at will.  But the sad part about the forests?  They’ve been threatened by climate change, disruptions in the food web (killing top predators like wolves allows deer and livestock to flourish and graze the forest vegetation to the ground), among other things.  Luckily, most of the forest fragments are now protected by the Scottish government, so I’ll likely be able to walk through them, camera in tow, sometime in my lifetime.  Go to the dedicated organization’s website, www.TreesForLife.org, to poke around and learn more about my favorite (theoretically) place on earth.  Hopefully I’ll be able to take some time during med school to visit Scotland (and maybe see a few other things there too…although the forest is the top priority).  Maybe next break?  Here’s to hoping.