On Life and Love and What Is?

I have been thinking of writing on the topic of love and marriage for a while now.  As a woman who just celebrated 25 years of marriage recently, I have been contemplating a lot on this topic.  The contemplation comes from my own experience in love and my marriage and of my friends and family around me.  I always wonder what an ideal marriage is or sometimes what is normal? I come from a family where my parents just celebrated their 50th anniversary and most marriages in my family have been long lasting.  I have seen my parents go through ups and downs but one thing that has stood out is that they care for each other and always have each other’s back.  Always..

I see marriages that are obviously thriving and some struggling and some failing and I have wondered what is it that makes or breaks a marriage?  What happens to the love as the marriage struggles or falls apart from the same old adage of not “seeing eye to eye” anymore.  As I just completed 25 years with my husband, the first thought that comes to my mind is that “Boy that was crazy hard and I made it” even though I may have scraped through 🙂 It is not because I don’t love my spouse or care for him, but just the plain fact that marriage is hard. Once the fiery love and passion slowly burned down to a quiet fire, it has taken quite a bit of work from both of us to make it work.  There have been lots of highs and lows and sometimes the lows have lingered for a long time and it has left me wondering if we will make it.

All kinds of thoughts come to my mind.  I always knew that love existed and believed in it, but I don’t think I knew what love actually was until it happened to me.  How could something like this exist? The overpowering, all-consuming, unable to breathe kind of intensity evoked by the mere thought of the person.  The emotional roller coaster ride that came with it turned my world upside down.  How does one prepare for this life changing event? Is there an appropriate age for this type of love to happen? What happens when this “love” happens later in life? What happens when you realize that you didn’t end up with the love of your life? What happens when you realize that your partner is just your partner, but not the love of your life or your soulmate?  So many questions and I struggle to understand.

Reading about love and the so called “happily ever-after” endings in fairytales, never once was it mentioned that the ending may differ sometimes. Not one tale ever stated that you would find the love of your life but you may not get to spend your life with the person.  How come we are raised in the false beliefs of the happily ever-after possibilities? Sometimes you realize that love does hurt and the two lives may be too different and the distance too wide.  Sometimes you realize that the life you expect may never become a reality and all that is left are your dreams. A make believe world that stands above all and the heart rules. What happens when you realize that your love may just burn out slowly and the embers may finally consume you.  Would letting go of the person be the only saving grace?

I have realized that love does not conquer all, but I am grateful for having experienced the love.  And even though I feel like I scraped through after 25 years, I am thankful for the experience and there are many out there who never had a chance to experience what I did.  Thus, even though I may not have had the ideal happily ever-after, I still thrive on having the love and that is my fairy tale.

Japan Continued..People, Food and More

Japan was everything I expected and had heard about. This post is based on my observations of the place and its people. In all my travels around the globe, there is no denying that Japan ranks the highest as far as politeness and courtesy is concerned.  This country has the most courteous of people I have ever come across. Everything is endearing about the culture from their bowing in politeness to their greeting of each other to their ever pleasant smiles. Anywhere you go each person is acknowledged and greeted separately making the good old American greeting of ‘Hi Guys’ or ‘Hi All’ seemingly impersonal. The fact that waiters and cooks scream out ‘Ohayo’ in restaurants when you enter and exit the restaurant brings a smile out.  How can one ignore being acknowledged and welcomed with such gusto and enthusiasm?

Food is an integral part of the Japanese culture or should I say Japan has a culture of food. After all Japan gave the world “The Iron Chef”!! In a country that touts healthy living and highest longevity, food is an obsession.  Every train station, bus station, airport and market is packed with restaurants and eateries.  The obsession is obvious and you cannot miss it.  The effort and time taken to select the best ingredients, to cooking the food to perfection and the presentation of it is mind blowing.

I have seen enough of Food Network shows and Iron Chef to know that the Japanese take immense pride in their food.  Just the name Masaharu Morimoto brings about images of an intense, passionate chef and exotic foods carefully selected, deliciously cooked and beautifully presented. Whether it is meant for take-out or dining in, food is a work of art and beautifully packaged and the quality is given more importance than quantity.  Japan is an expensive place but as far as food is concerned it is definitely worth every dime or yen for that matter.

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Take-out Box..Food Ready to Eat

 

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Take-Out Box..Food Ready to Eat

In our gastronomical journey through Japan we tried several foods.  I am probably the least experimental and most picky out of the family lot.  However my kids were born without the omnivore’s paradox and they had a fabulous time tasting and trying.  My boys were raised consciously to try everything and eat everything and believe me they do!  While other parents would be telling their kids to “try new foods” or “eat something”, I would be telling mine to be careful and make sure it is food before you put it in your mouth. They would be at the 711 early in the morning eating Chicken Katsu every day in Japan and I finally got over my hang-up of eating food from a 711 and tried it. I had to agree begrudgingly that it was good.  I know I have a lot of work to do to get over my yuppie “registered dietitian will not eat from fast-food joints” attitude.  But to my surprise the 711’s in Japan offered a wide choice of fresh fruits, yogurt parfaits, sweet breads, breakfast foods to traditional Japanese foods.

In my limited experience, the best dish I tasted and loved was in Hiroshima.  You cannot leave Hiroshima without trying the Okonomiyaki! We went to a restaurant called Nagata-Ya as it was rated very high on Yelp.  There was a wait as predicted and we waited patiently in a line outside the restaurant of course. Everyone in Japan waits in line and definitely for some good food. In the line, we were given the menu to look at and there were several choices for the Okonomiyaki from original to oyster.  I chose garlic and the boys chose between original and special.  By the time we were seated, we were hungry and the sight of people assembling and cooking the Okonomiyaki made our expectations high.  The experience was just like we imagined..amazing!

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Okonomiyaki Menu
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Workers at Nagata-Ya
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Hiroshima Style Okonomiyaki

It is not an overestimation to state that Japan is probably the only country that is packed with “food souvenir” stores at every bus station, train station, and airport.  You can find shops teeming with people buying goodies to eat early in the morning.  It was hard for us to resist the food souvenir stores as we made our way in and out of the train stations every day.  The waffle shaped cookies to the crescent shaped sweets, mochi in decadent flavors to the bean cakes and let’s not forget everything matcha.  Each morsel and bite a slice of heaven..

Some of the samples of sweets we tasted throughout our journey..

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Senju Senbei (Kogetsu)
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Rice cake with bean paste

The hot and humid weather also called for lots of juice stalls, ice-cream and shaved ice kiosks and we did have more than our share of the frozen goodies.  It was impossible not to..I made sure I went running just to burn some of the extra calories and make space for some more.

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Matcha, Vanilla Ice-cream with Adzuki Bean Paste
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Strawberry Milk Cotton Candy Shaved Ice Snowcone

In all the food talk, I don’t want to miss out on Sake, the Japanese Rice Wine. We did come home with a few bottles of Sake.  We were told to look for Junmai Ginjo by a Japanese friend so we did.  There are several types of Sake in the market such as Ginjo, Junmai, Junmai Daiginjo, Junmai Ginjo, Daiginjo, Honjozo.  The Junmai Ginjo is a Sake that is made up of water, koji mold, yeast and rice milled 40% with 60% of each grain remaining. Ginjo is to Sake what single malt is to scotch and considered to be a premium sake. It is not a brand and identifies the sake by category and class.  What an education for a complete non-drinker like me, but I did learn how to read the kanji script enough to pick out the Junmai Ginjo Sake bottle from the counter.

Moving from food to the next Japanese obsession! Trains!!

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Shinkansen
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Japanese Rail Utsunomiya Station

Train travel was interesting in Japan and even though the network of trains is amazing, it can be quite daunting for tourists to navigate the subway system, the private lines, the JR lines, and the Shinkansen. Most travel to tourist destinations involves the use of multiple trains.  I found that most people were helpful and would stop to help even though language was a barrier or even if they were rushing to catch the train themselves. One instance was on our second day in Japan and we got on a train in the green car not realizing it was a reserved car.  We were using our Japan Rail passes and had bought first class green passes in the US before travel however we got into the wrong car.  The ticket conductor came to check the tickets and let us know that we were in the wrong car but asked us to continue sitting in our seats.  Even after we got up realizing our mistake, he came back and told us not to.  It wasn’t just the conductor, but a woman who spoke English well also came and told us that it was ok and not to get up.  We thought it was unbelievably polite for her to do so.  Even after two gentlemen came in and had obviously reserved our seats, the conductor gave them different seats.  When two other men came and asked my sons to get up, the conductor apologized again and seated the boys himself telling them no one would ask them to move.

A similar incidence took place again when we got on a wrong train by mistake in Tokyo.  The ticket conductor guided us and gave us a schedule to go to our destination.  Another passenger heard the ticket conductor talk to us and came and informed us that even though the route given by the conductor was correct, the lines were too crowded and asked us to take a different line from a different station. As we got ready to get off the train, the conductor ran to us thinking we were making a mistake and asked us not to get down.  We had to reassure the conductor that we knew what we were doing. These two incidences were enough to show the caring and helpful attitude of Japanese people.  Why would you worry about tourists otherwise?

There were a few other incidences which impressed us regarding Japanese politeness and courtesy. Other subtle observations were that people would stand in line for trains and buses and would get on in a line no matter how crowded the trains were.  Even in the most crowded of situations where the people were packed like sardines in the trains, people remained polite and civil. 

Before I left for Japan, I knew it was a safe country.  I had read that the chances one could get lost in Japan were much higher than getting mugged and I did get lost a couple times. The word “safe” brought on a completely new meaning when I saw little children of 6-8 years of age walking alone on busy streets, crossing streets, and traveling in trains and buses.  Young children around 10-11 years of age traveling at 9.30 pm or 10 pm in school uniforms was a common sight throughout Japan and we even saw young teenage girls traveling alone late at night.  At the risk of sounding cynical, this practice would be unheard of in the US or most countries we have been to.  I sincerely wish the country remains as is in the years to come and nothing changes for them.

So until I visit again..sayonara..watashitachi wa modotte kimasu

Japan: A 10-Day Journey

Japan has been on my bucket list for a long time and I was finally able to check it off this summer. The country, its people, the food, and the courtesy were everything I had expected if not more.  Here is a detailed description of our 10-day journey through Japan.

The Day is Here!!

We flew non-stop ANA flight from San Jose, California to Narita, Tokyo.

Day 1

We arrived at Narita Airport. After clearing Customs and Immigration fairly quickly, we got our baggage and took the train Keisei Skyliner to Ueno. From Ueno we took the Subway Yurakucho line to Yurakucho and then a cab to Harumi Grand Hotel.

Address:

8-1, Harumi 3-Chōme
Chuo, Tokyo
Japan 104-0053
+81 3 3533 7111

We had chosen Harumi area because it was less than a mile from Tsukiji Fish Market and my husband was very interested in watching the fish auction at 5am. However, his enthusiasm dwindled a little when he was told that he had to be there by 3.30am as only 60 tickets were issued to watch the auction. So we decided to wait and see how we felt at 2.00am before rushing there.

We settled in our room and after resting for a little while, we went for a walk in the park and along the water.  The evening and night views of the city were breathtaking.

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Harumi

After spending some time along the water, we ate dinner at Utabe Sushi nearby.  The restaurant was excellent with melt in the mouth sushi, cod, tuna and squid! 

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Otabe Sushi

Day 2

As my jet lagged self was awake and alert at 2.30am, I tried to wake my husband up, but predictably he backed out of attending the auction at the Tsukiji Fish Market and also the sushi breakfast he had promised me. So I decided not to hike it alone in the middle of the night even though Japan is probably the safest country on earth. I was more worried about getting lost than being mugged. Oh well..

So we had breakfast at Harumi Grand Hotel which was free and consisted of a mix of Japanese and Continental breakfast in a large spacious dining room.  There was a variety of breads, danishes, muffins, cereals, eggs and pancakes to breaded chicken and fries, salads, seaweed to pickles available. 

We took a cab to Sakuradamon Station and I went for a run on the trails of the Imperial Palace grounds. The grounds were gorgeous with beautiful trails and pathways. The palace is partially visible and covered by moat. There are several heavily guarded entrances to the palace.  The trail goes inside the gates of the palace and alongside the moat all around the palace.  

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Seimon Ishibashi Bridge, Imperial Palace Tokyo

It was an amazing sight to see the old buildings of the palace alongside the modern skyscrapers teeming high into the sky.  

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Imperial Palace Tokyo

Address:

Chiyoda 内堀通り
Chiyoda, Tokyo
Japan
+81 3 3213 1111

After a nice run for me and a leisurely walk for the boys, we took a train from Sakuradamon station to Toyusu station and walked to our hotel to check out.

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A Runner’s Paradise, Imperial Palace Grounds Tokyo

We took a cab to Asakusa View Hotel and checked in the hotel. The reason we had to stay in Harumi Grand Hotel for one night was because Expedia made a mistake and booked us from the 25th when we were reaching on the 24th.  But do be careful with the dates, as you do lose one day due to the travel time and the 16-hour time difference between Japan time and PST.

Address:

17-1, Nishiasakusa 3-Chōme
Taito, Tokyo
Japan 111-0035
+81 3 3847 1111

After checking in our bags, we walked Hinayashi-dori or street to Sensoji Shrine and Pagoda to visit.  Asakusa View Hotel is conveniently located only a couple blocks from the shrines and shopping area and also gives breathtaking views of Tokyo Skytree which is just over a mile away.  The entrance to Asakusa Station is conveniently located in the hotel premises too.

Address:

2-3-1 Asakusa
Taito-ku
Postal code:111-0032

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View from Asakusa View Hotel. In the Backdrop is Tokyo Skytree

After walking through the shrines which were fairly crowded with visitors especially tourists, we browsed through the shops surrounding the shrines. The streets around the shrine and its temples are teeming with shops for souvenirs and foods. There are several restaurants serving traditional Japanese food in the area and for the ones who want to stick to the same old same old, there is even a McDonald’s available. We stopped for lunch at New Asakusa Restaurant for some rice and fish and then treated ourselves to ice cream and shaved ice as it was hot and humid.  .

The Sensoji Shrine is a vast and beautiful area comprising of several temples and statues of Buddha.  The place is a good example of old world and new world living in existence together.  It is an amazing experience to see thousand year old shrines surrounded by skyscrapers and a high-tech network of trains and connectivity.

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Sensoji Shrine, Asakusa, Tokyo

In the evening we took a cab to Tokyo Skytree Tower. The Tokyo Skytree is a massive steel structure that shoots up high in the sky giving a birds eye view of Tokyo. The view was special at night for sure. If you go during the day time and are lucky enough, you may get to see Mt. Fuji. Ticket price: 2030 yen for Tembo Deck at 350 meters and another 1030 yen for Tembo Galleria at 450 meters.

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Tokyo Skytree

We came back for dinner at one of the places near the shrine called Ippudo Ramen.  There are hundreds of restaurants with food choices near the shrine. Eating places vary from only take-out to sit down places.

Day 3

Breakfast at Denny’s in Asakusa.  Once seated, the waitress won’t come to take your order at Denny’s until you hit the bell and the table number lights up.  We waited for a long time until a lady sitting at another table realized that we were tourists and asked the waitress to go to our table.  Something new to learn every day!

We took Tsukuba Express Subway train from Asakusa Station to Akihabara Station and then used the Yamanote line to Tokyo Metro Station.  At Tokyo Metro JR East center office, we registered the JR passes so that we could start using the passes and then took the JR Yokosuka-Sobu line to Kamakura.

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Japan Rail Pass

Although we could have walked to the Kotoku-In Shrine, it was raining that day and we decided to take a taxi to Kotoku-in Daibutsu Shrine. The massive Buddha statue known as “Daibutsu” or the Great Buddha and the temple premises make for a beautiful serene location. Tickets prices were 200 yen per person and we even paid 20 yen additional fee for a ticket to go under the statue. The small climb down to the underbelly of the statue is interesting as it gives a glimpse of how the statue was built in 1252.

Address

4-2-28, Hase, Kamakura,
Kanagawa Prefecture 248-0016, Japan
Phone:0467-22-0703
Fax:0467-22-5051

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Daibutsu or The Great Buddha, Kotoku-In Shrine, Kamakura

After spending some time in the Kotoku-In Shrine, we hiked the Daibutsu Hiking trail for a couple miles. The booth selling charms and books in Kotoku-In Shrine next to Daibutsu statue gave us a trail map explaining the Daibutsu Hiking Trail.  After walking alongside a street for half  mile or so, the hike climbs up rapidly with wooden stairs covered in grass and moss.  We hiked for a couple miles until the Zenlaral Benzaiten Shrine before turning back and hiking back to Hase-Dera Kannon Shrine.

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Daibutsu Hiking Trail
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Stairs here and Stairs there, Daibutsu Hiking Trail

At the Hase-Dera Kannon temple, there is another climb to the temple and the shrines and the caves. Ticket price for Hase-Dera Kannon is 300 yen per person.

Hase-Dera Kannon is another gorgeous shrine built around 1192 AD and situated high in the mountain with stunning views of Kamakura town and the ocean. The shrine is surrounded by beautiful gardens and the caves make up for an interesting experience with figures carved on to the rocks and walls.

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Gardens at Hase-Dera Kannon Shrine, Kamakura

Address

11-2, Hase 3-chome,
Kamakura,
Kanagawa 248-0016

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Hase-Dera Kannon Shrine, Kamakura

After spending the rest of the afternoon at Hase-Dera Kannon temple, we walked to the city and took the bus to Kamakura station.  Using our JR passes, we tracked back to Tokyo Metro using the Yokosuka-Sobu line and then using the Yamanote Line to Akihabara and back to Asakusa on Tsukuba Express.  JR passes are also valid on the Yamanote line, but you need to buy ticket to go to Asakusa.

Day 4

A beautiful day started at 6.30am with a run in the morning at Sensoji shrines and its premises through the empty streets in Asakusa.  The empty Shrine and its temples were serene and peaceful to run through.

Address:

2-3-1 Asakusa
Taito-ku
Postal code:111-0032

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Sensoji Shrine, Asakusa
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Shops Lined Empty Streets of Sensoji Shrine

After a quick breakfast at 711 Holdings we were off on the train to Tokyo Metro via Akihabara from Asakusa Station. Yes you read it right! 711 in Japan is an equivalent to WaWa and offer a choice of entrees and snacks including yogurt parfaits etc.  I have one son who made it a point to go to 711 early every morning to eat Chicken Katsu which was delicious actually.

We took the Tsukuba Express from Asakusa Station to Akihabara and then Yamanote line to Tokyo. JR passes are valid on Yamanote line. From Tokyo we too the Nambiaki Shinkansen to Utsunomiya and then finally JR Nikko line to Nikko. The whole journey took us about two hours but the destination was worth it.

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JR Nikko Line

We bought a bus pass for 2000 yen at Nikko station for the Toshugu temples and Lake Chuzenji. The bus to go to Toshugu shrine and temples was Tobu Bus # 1B. Remember the 2000 yen ticket is just for the bus to ride through the town.  It does not include the ticket price for the shrines.

Toshugu Shrine and temples are the most beautiful shrines with intricate ornamental design and carving. Toshugu is known as the most decorated and ornate of all shrines in Japan and it was truly so. Please be advised that it is a climb to the temples. Ticket price is 1300 yen per person and a 1000 yen for the museum.

Address:

Japan, 〒321-1431 Tochigi-ken, Nikkō-shi, Sannai, 2301

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Toshogu Shrine, Nikko

Again similar to the other shrines, there was a steep climb up the steps to the top.  I didn’t count the number of steps, but there were definitely more than 150 steps for sure.  The climb down brought extraordinary views of the shrines.

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Toshogu Shrine, Nikko

After touring Toshugu Shrine, we decided to take Bus #8 to Lake Chuzenji but it was disappointing as the bus didn’t come for 1.5 hours and we ran out of time as we had tickets reserved on the Shinkansen from Utsunomiya to head back to Tokyo. We did take bus #1B to other temples and sites around Nikko which happens to be a beautiful hill town with great hikes. We also stopped by Shinkyo Bridge or Sacred Bridge and the entrance to Nikko National Park We walked around the town browsing the shops before taking the bus back to Nikko Station.

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Shinkyo Bridge, Nikko
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Nikko National Park
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Entrance, Nikko National Park

I did complain to the bus office at the station regarding the bus to Lake Chuzenji, and after making several calls etc. they did return the 1500 yen per person back as we couldn’t see Lake Chuzenji. There was a group of young men from Germany who had waited with us at the bus stop too. They had complained to the office before us but were refused a refund until I came along and demanded one.  Their group got the refund because of me and I chalk that to woman power! 

We took the JR back from Nikko to Utsunomiya and then Shinkansen to Tokyo and the Yamanote line to Shibuya to see the Shibuya Scramble.

Shibuya Scramble is a crazy place that would make Times Square New York seem like a suburb crossing. It does keep to its name of being the busiest intersection in the world with a an ocean of human kind scrambling to cross the street with a purpose obviously.  We crossed the street a couple times for the thrill with iPhone’s held high to video tape the scramble. We also took a couple photos near the Hachiko dog statue as you cannot go to Shibuya and not see the statue right outside the station. The statue commemorates the love of a Japanese Akita dog named Hachiko who waited for his owner for nine years at the intersection loyally after his owner’s death at work.

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Hachiko Statue, Shibuya, Tokyo

We finally returned to Asakusa taking the Ginza line exhausted and weary after a long day and ate a late sushi dinner in Asakusa.

Day 5

We ate breakfast at Denny’s and shopped for knick-knacks at the street stores outside Sensoji temple in Asakusa. I fell in love with a small shop on Hinayashi-dori run by an older Japanese man who was an artisan selling handmade dolls and samurai warriors etc. We bought a samurai headgear and sword at the small shop and bargained a deal at $200 for the headgear and sword. The man impressed thoroughly by my husband’s Japanese speaking skills even threw in a couple fans for both of us.

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Samurai Headgear and Sword

After shopping in Asakusa area, we took the cab to Tokyo Metro Station from Asakusa View Hotel ($25) and then caught the Hikari Super Express Shinkansen to Kyoto. We did make reservations at the JR/ Shinkansen office to reserve seats.

We arrived in Kyoto and walked a couple blocks to the rental. After settling in our rental which turned out to be a traditional Japanese home we went walking by Kyoto Station and ate in the food section of the station. Kyoto station is a huge place with an eleven story mall and Floors 1, 10 and 11 full of restaurants.

Day 6

We ate breakfast at the restaurant on Kyoto Station as the place seemed to be teeming with restaurants and café’s from Mister Donut to French Patisserie to Café Du Monde to name a few for breakfast items.

The plan for the morning was to visit the Inari Shrine which was nearby.  We took the JR Nara line to Inari which was only a couple stops away on the train from Kyoto Station. Do make sure the train is a local train as Rapid lines do not stop at Inari Station.  The Shrine is right outside the station and again a slow climb similar to other shrines. There are no tickets for Inari and admission is free.  The Shrine remains open from dawn to dusk also.

Address:

68 Yabunouchi-cho,
Fukakusa,
Fushimi-ku

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Inari Shrine, Kyoto

The Shrine and temples are beautiful structures built in 711 AD and lined by over a 1000 pillars colored bright orange that go all the way up Mt. Inari.

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Inari Shrine, Kyoto

The structures also have gates placed at intervals and the gates are guarded by foxes on both sides.

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Fox Guarding the Gate, Inari Shrine

The hike does have some gorgeous views of a lake and mountains along the way.  The whole walk and climb tops 4 kms and please keep an 1.5-2 hours for this site.

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Hike, Mt. Inari

We came back to Kyoto Station and had lunch at one of the eateries on the 11th floor restaurants at the Station and then imbibed in ice-cream at Cafe du Monde on the 2nd floor at the station.

After a short rest in our rental, we bought a day pass and took bus #104 from B3 section at Kyoto Station to Nijo-jo castle. The castle is approximately 25 min bus ride from Kyoto Station.

Address:

541 Nijo-jo-cho, Horikawa-nishi-iru, Nijo-dori, Nakagyo-ku, Kyoto City
Tel.:075-841-0096 Fax: 075-802-6181

Access: A short walk from City Bus Stop Nijo-jo-mae (from JR Kyoto Station/Hankyu Railway Karasuma Station), or Nijo-jo-mae Station on the Tozai Subway Line

The ticket price for the castle is 600 yen per person and you can walk the grounds and visit the inside. You will be required to take off your shoes outside to visit the rooms in the castle.  The 33 room castle is covered with 800 Tatami mats as flooring and is adorned with ornate paintings on the walls depicting everything from tigers and leopards to peacocks, pine trees, cherry blossoms, maple trees to mountains etc.

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Nijo-Jo Castle, Kyoto
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Entrance, Nijo-Jo Castle

The palace is surrounded by a moat and beautiful gardens that you can walk through. It took us a couple hours to cover the palace and the grounds.

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Gardens, Nijo-Jo Castle
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View from Base of Tower, Nijo-Jo Castle

After visiting the castle, we took Bus #205 from the castle to Kyoto station. After an ice-cream and snow cone break due to the heat, we caught bus #9 from A2 to Kawaramachi and got off at Shijo Kawaramachi. We had promised the boys to take them shopping at the BAPE Exclusive store in Kyoto and we found the store a couple blocks from the bus stop in Otabachi area.

After shopping at the store and spending some serious money at the store, we walked around Kawaramachi area window shopping, people watching, also spent time on the bridge and finally deciding on dinner at Himalaya.

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Kawaramachi Area, Kyoto

The restaurant was further than we expected and Google maps gave us incorrect directions. We did call the restaurant for directions and were told that it was in front of Royal Hotel. We found the Royal Hotel but couldn’t find the restaurant and had just about given up when the restaurant called us back and the owner came to pick us up. It was an interesting experience as we have never had anyone come to pick us up. The owner had actually walked half a mile to pick us up. The restaurant was empty when we got there and we were a little skeptical and assumed that the owner had come to pick us up because he was desperate for business, and there might have been some truth to it, but the food and service was excellent! By the time we left, the restaurant was packed with people waiting. We ordered chicken curry, mutton curry and naans and the chef made tandoori rotis for my son because he asked for them even though they were not on the menu. The boys finished the leftovers we brought back for breakfast the next day and that is testament to how good the food was.  It was interesting that the naans did not change texture unlike the ones made in the restaurants in the US. 

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Himalaya Restaurant, Kyoto

We took the bus #8 back from Kawaramachi to Kyoto station after dinner.

Day 7

We were woken up by what we thought was an explosion but it turned out to be thunder and rain. We packed up our stuff and checked out of our place by 9.30. We stored our luggage in coin lockers at Kyoto station at the Hachijo West exit. Each locker costs 600 yen and luggage can be stored for a maximum of 3 days.

We used the JR Sagano line to Saga Arashiyama which was a 15 mins train ride. We rented bikes right outside the station at Saga Arashiyama and rode our bikes through the city stopping at a couple temples before heading to the Togetsu-Kyo Bridge. The bridge is open and wide to give stunning view of the mountains and city.

Address: Ukyo Ward, Kyoto, Kyoto Prefecture 616-0000, Japan

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Togetsu-Kyo Bridge, Arashiyama, Kyoto

We parked our bikes on the other side of the bridge and then walked across and down the street to Tenryu-ji Zen temple which happens to be a World Heritage site.

Address:

68 Susukinobaba-cho, Saga-Tenryuji, Ukyo-ku, Kyoto-shi, 616-8385 Japan
Tel: (075) 881-1235 (8:30-17:30) Fax: (075) 864-2424

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Tenryu-Ji Shrine, Arashiyama

The Shrine was beautiful but we were more in awe of the gardens that has a separate ticket entrance of 500 yen per person.

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Gardens, Tenryu-Ji Shrine Arashiyama, Kyoto
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Gardens, Tenryu-Ji Shrine, Arashiyama, Kyoto

After touring and walking through the gardens we exited through the gate on the other side of the gardens which dumped into the Sagano Forest trail. The Sagano Bamboo Forest is the prettiest grove of trees I have ever seen.  The tall bamboo trees line the trail on both sides making a canopy.

Address: 

Ukyo Ward, Kyoto, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan

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Sagano Bamboo National Forest, Arashiyama, Kyoto
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Sagano Bamboo Forest, Arashiyama, Kyoto

After walking through the walkway that goes between the bamboo forest we came back to the Main Street and ate ice cream and shopped before stopping for lunch at one of the small restaurants near the Togetsu-Kyo Bridge.

We rode our bikes back through the city back to the station and took the JR Sagano line back to Kyoto. At Kyoto Station, we retrieved our luggage from the coin lockers and checked into the platform to catch Shinkansen Hikari 515 to Shin Osaka with a change at Shin Osaka to Sakura 567 to Hiroshima city.

We arrived at Hiroshima station and took a cab to our hotel Rihga Royal Hotel a short distance away. The view from the hotel was stunning with a birds eye view of Hiroshima city.

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Hiroshima City View, Rihga Royal Hotel, Hiroshima

The hotel was situated a couple blocks away from the Atomic Bomb Dome or Genbaku Dome and the Peace Memorial. The river was close by too, so we went for a walk. The Hiroshima Castle was right across from the hotel and the restaurants and shopping were close by too.

Address: 
1-10 Otemachi, Naka Ward, Hiroshima, Hiroshima Prefecture 730-0051, Japan
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Atomic Bomb Dome (Genbaku Dome), Hiroshima

The Atomic Bomb Dome is the ruins of the Exhibition Hall building over which the atomic bomb exploded.  The bomb actually exploded 160 meters over the Shima Hospital next door and Aioi Bridge, however everyone perished in the aftermath of the explosion. The building is supposed to have remained intact as the bomb exploded right above it. It was a profoundly emotional experience being in the area and we all went silent. My son and I could not hold back our tears and they kept flowing just at the thought of the immense loss of life regardless of who was right or wrong.

Hiroshima had the best food we ate on the trip with Okonomiyaki at Nagata-Ya for dinner which was right next to the bridge.

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Okonomiyaki at Nagata-Ya Restaurant, Hiroshima

Day 8

The day started with a run early in the morning at 6.30am and I ran past the Atomic Bomb Dome and along the river and across the bridge to see the Peace Memorial, the Memorial Mound, the Peace Bell and then past the Rihga Hotel to the castle area. The feeling of sadness continued during the day time too and I couldn’t shake the feeling.

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Atomic Bomb Dome (Genbaku Dome), Hiroshima

I came up to the room and then went out with my husband to do a repeat of the above. This time I didn’t run past the sites, but stayed and read every cenotaph and every plaque and post.  I rang the peace bell hoping and praying for peace on earth. The Atomic Bomb Memorial Mound overwhelmed me the most and I got physically sick. Even though I had read about Hiroshima and knew what to expect, it was still a gut-wrenching experience as the feeling of melancholy still stays 72 years after it happened.

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View of Genbaku Dome from the other side of Motoyasu River, Hiroshima
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Peace Bell, Atomic Bomb Memorial Park, Hiroshima
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Children’s Peace Bell, Atomic Bomb Memorial Park, Hiroshima
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Atomic Bomb Memorial Mound, Hiroshima

We picked up breakfast foods at 711 and then checked out of the hotel. After storing our bags with the concierge, we went shopping and more sightseeing and ate Ramen for lunch right next door to Nagata-Ya where we had eaten the night before. The Ramen was the best we have eaten in our lives.

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Ramen!

Later in the afternoon we made our way to Hiroshima Station and booked our tickets to go to Shin Yokohama via Shin Osaka.

The first leg of the journey was on Shinkansen Sakura Superexpress 558 to Shin Osaka which took approximately 85 minutes. The second leg of the journey was on Hikari 567 to Yokohama and took approximately 2hrs and 35 minutes. We then bought Subway Blue Line to Shin Yokohama. Our hotel Prince Shin Yokohama was right next door to the train Station.

The hotel also was the location for Prince Pepe Mall with shops and restaurants. We had reached at 9.00 pm so I skipped dinner and the boys went alone. Our rooms on the 36th and 29th floor had fabulous views.

Address: 
Japan, 〒222-8533 Kanagawa Prefecture, Yokohama, Kohoku Ward, Shinyokohama, 3丁目4
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View of Yokohama City from Prince Shin Yokohama Hotel

Day 9

Breakfast was free and sumptuous in the Kotchel Dining room on the 2nd floor and comprised of Japanese and Continental foods.

We had decided to take our last full day easy and for shopping and light activities. So we headed to Yokohama on the Subway Blue line to Minat Morai area.

Access: From Tokyo:
[Rail] 40 min from Tokyo to Sakuragicho Station by JR Keihin Tohoku Line.

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Minatmorai, Yokohama

The area has malls Queens Square and Landmark Towers and close to Yokohama Bay and Pier. Pier 21 gives a stunning view of the bay and the Yokohama Bay Bridge.

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Minatmorai, Yokohama
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Yokohama Bay Bridge
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View of Yokohama Bay

After spending sometime in that area we took the Blue line to Yokohama and then took the JR Shonan-Shinjuku line to Shibuya with a change at Shin Kawasaki. The journey to Shibuya was barely 25 mins from Yokohama.

We decided to go back to Shibuya as it was an interesting spot from the Hachiko statue to the Shibuya Scramble. We also spent time browsing the streets and small stores in Shibuya.

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Shibuya, Tokyo

Our son went to the BAPE store again for the third time after Kyoto and Hiroshima, so may be he broke some kind of record.  The BAPE store in Shibuya was the largest store we had seen out of the three and we got acquainted with youth fashion trends.  The son spent all his pocket money on more shopping at the store this time and walked out of there happy as a clam.

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BAPE Store, Shibuya, Tokyo

We ate dinner at Bangkok Night and by far it will rate as the best green curry I have ever tasted. 

The journey back was a little stressful with heavy rains delaying several trains and finally after making the journey in extremely packed trains we made it back to Shin Yokohama after changing 3 trains on the Shonan-Shinjuku line and Yamanote line which now I know is extremely crowded and packed during rush hours. Prepare to be pushed shoved and packed in the train with no place to even move your arms and legs.

After coming back to our hotel room, my husband went to meet his friend so my son and I went to Don Quijote to look for souvenirs but we couldn’t find too many.  We returned to the hotel exhausted and tired and fell asleep.

Day 10

After our breakfast at the hotel, we shopped a bit in the Prince Pepe mall and Bic Camera store for Sake and other goodies.

We then took a cab to Yokohama City Air Terminus (YCAT) for the Narita Bus. The Narita bus is more convenient location abc they store the luggage themselves. Tickets were 3600 yen however they charged us 11100yen for the 4 of us. The bus is more convenient than the train as it can be stressful to carry the luggage through the train station. We left YCAT at 1.00pm and reached Narita at 2.20pm.

The price for Narita Express is 4290 yen per person and the time to reach the airport is the same which is approx 1 hr 20 mins. Upon arrival the luggage was pulled out of the bus for us and carts are free at Narita Airport.

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Narita Airport, Tokyo

After checking in, we ate at the Japanese eatery and were ready to head home.

A Side Note:

I consider myself to be a simple girl and not too tech-savvy, and I am fairly content as long as my basic needs are met such as food, clothing, and a clean restroom.  Well I was in for a culture shock with the toilets in Japan! I have been happy with a normal knob to flush and imagine my shock when I had to figure out what seemed to be a million buttons from the temperature to heat the toilet seat to the type of flow and power etc. etc. For god’s sake it is a toilet and not a microwave to figure out the settings.  I hope I didn’t leave behind a trail of broken pots in all the places I visited..ha ha.  I am going to deny everything and say I didn’t do it for sure!

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See what I am talking about!

Tips:

  1. Download Hyperdia for train schedules.
  2. Buy the JR Pass and there is no need to buy first class or green car passes as you will pay extra for it. Make sure to reserve seats on the Shinkansen in advance, however you can always get a seat in the unreserved cars.
  3. Remember that the JR pass cannot be used for the Shinkansen Nozomi. It may be used for Sakura, Hikari, and Kodama. Kodama is the slowest of all.
  4. Download Japan Connected Free Wi-Fi app when you get there. However, many cities such as Kyoto, Hiroshima, Yokohama provide free wi-fi. Train stations running JR lines provide free wi-fi and 711 is one of the hotspots for Japan Connect Free Wi-Fi. So if you are one of those who like to be connected to internet, you won’t feel cut-off at all. 
  5. No tips!! No custom of tipping in Japan and no one accepts tips.  Even when they are extremely helpful.  It was difficult for me to accept all the help and courtesy as is.
  6. Every train station small or big is a place to shop and eat in Japan. The train stations have malls situated inside and you can typically walk out with anything from groceries to clothes to computers from the train station.
  7. Travel light! It is tough to move around from one place to the other especially changing trains with heavy luggage.  Most trains including the Shinkansen do not have luggage racks and luggage can only be stored on overhead shelf. Luggage racks are available on Narita Express and trains going to Narita and Haneda airports only.

Scent of Summers

Summer is here in full swing and with the warm weather brings warm memories of my childhood.  The mere sound of a cricket chirping as I sit out in my backyard takes me back in time to old British homes on remote army bases where my childhood was spent.  The stone façade, the crumbly white washed walls with a gecko stuck high in the corner, vibrant bougainvillea draping the front porch and trimmed hedges are etched in my mind.  The cool night time breeze rustling the branches and watching the tresses of the old banyan tree dance in the shadows of the street lamp would make for a perfect backdrop for my grandfather’s stories especially the ones with ghosts. I would sit there listening to him mesmerized and petrified, but unable to leave. Sleeping on the tarp watching the lightning bugs was a favorite pastime too.  Summers were happy..

I know I have plenty of images from my childhood as vivid and vibrant as if they happened yesterday. A mere smell of a certain spice brings a flood of warmth from my mother’s kitchen that envelops me into this happiness or just listening to old songs make me nostalgic for a time well spent.  My most cherished memories are embedded in the ritual of eating something special for breakfast every Sunday morning..or just the thought of mango milkshake brings memories of hours of swimming and the shake waiting for me the moment I got home hungry. No other elixir in the world could match the simple lemonade in my hand that my mother would stir up during summer evenings. Summers were simple with time well spent running around with friends, falling off the bikes, skinned knees, playing in each other’s houses, cards and scrabble under the candle light as the lights were out for more hours than they were in.  Summers were made of cranky old fans that struggled to blow air and I would have my face so close to them that I would risk getting my nose chopped off. Summers were made of mosquito nets my father insisted on putting up every night even though I hated them.  The only way I slept under them was by imagining myself to be a princess and sleeping under a canopy.  The simplicity of a wholesome childhood..

As I moved away from my environment and started my life in another country, I continue holding on to my past and cherish it.  It was an experience I felt was needed and was important for my kids as they were being raised in a different environment than me. Every parent I knew told me to enjoy the kids as they would grow up fast and boy they did! It seems like a blur as I was just changing diapers on two little ones and pushing the double stroller and now they are both in college. The daily grind of trying to maintain work-life balance made me want to spend every single moment I could with them. That’s how you make memories right..and I wanted my children to make memories from our daily rituals just like I had, however mundane they might be.             

There is no other word but mundane comes to mind when your life is packed with a 45 minutes bear of a commute, a workaholic husband, two boys, one hyper dog and one bossy cat and then you can add exciting stuff like baseball and lacrosse practices, and games, and groceries, cooking meals and doing dishes, and of course homework and book reports.  Whoever came up with diorama projects for second graders never had kids for sure because you can add a rushed trip to Michael’s Craft Store 5 minutes before closing time to all the exciting daily activities. In my career as a parent, we have also made a frantic 11.30pm trip to Kinkos for a project printout a particular teenager forgot to work on until the night before it was due. It is the time when you have a choice to drive the child who is frantic to get the printout or play the tough love card and let him suffer the aftermath of his procrastination.  All in the name of memories that you can talk about and laugh twenty years later I guess. 

Summers were about summer camps and keeping the boys busy with activities and planning play dates when they were young. They have been always been about camping out in the open, pitching tents, and making s’mores. They are about hiking and swimming and grilling burgers. So even though there haven’t been as many skinned knees thanks to the knee pads, there are plenty of memories of ER visits for rollerblading accidents, skateboarding mishaps and lacrosse injuries. Every fracture and concussion added a new crop of grey hair to my head and a truckload of intense memories, while the boys were more excited about choosing the color for the cast.  

So here is hoping that both my boys individually have enough memories that will get triggered by the sights, and sounds to carry forward as they step into adult life.  Here is hoping that they recognize the smell of summer..

Changes..simple and serene

Lately, or may be in the last few years I have found myself to be changing.. the change has been on multiple levels and I am not sure if it can be attributed to middle age or just plain getting old or older.  I am finding that I am yearning for simplicity in my life, in my actions, in my relationships, in my interactions and in my associations towards others and also my environment. For some reason my quest for simplicity sounds highly complicated, and may be it is. Trying to un-complicate my life is not that easy but I am trying my best.

I have always been a homebody, happy to take a book, my cup of chai and curl your toes on the sofa kinda girl especially as the evening sets in. I have never been much about dinners out with girlfriends or movies or girl’s night out etc. It has labeled me as “boring” by many and I know I am and own it wholeheartedly.  May be that makes me different from the norm but that is how I have always been. If I am not home, then I would rather be on a hike somewhere in the mountains, or running or biking. Growing up I had seen the constant struggle my mother used to go through with my father avoiding social gatherings regularly. As a child I thought it was funny that my father who was very friendly and well-liked by all and someone who had lots of friends, shied away from social gatherings if he could help it and always wanted to be home. My mother’s struggle came from being caught between her husband’s idiosyncrasies and her need to socialize and maintain relationships. Well, four decades later I think I have become my father..after all the apple doesn’t fall too far away from the tree. My father would whisper to my mother in her ear to leave the party early, and I just text my husband away asking to leave.  Looks like I just gave my secret away!

I firmly believe that change is the only constant and my transformation is part of this process.  The physical changes in my body have been brutal..the added inches to waistline, the love handles, the tires all around, the sagging body parts better off unmentioned, and the struggle to remain fit is ever present.  The beginning of wrinkles and crow’s feet when I smile are a proof of every experience my heart and soul have been through…each up and each down hides in that crease that runs across my forehead and sometimes the down became such a familiar space that I felt like I lived there.  And let’s not go to the hair where the greys outnumber the black now and the money invested in those boxes of Clairol’s magic potion to hide the greys is outrageous.  But, I am thankful for the head full of hair when there could be none and the greys bear witness to every struggle I have been through.

Where the physical changes seem to be out of my control, it is the non-physical changes that mystify me though.  I have become more reclusive and spending time alone..more so I love being alone.  I enjoy my own company and nothing appeals more to me than an evening spent in cooking and spending time with family.  Sometimes, I find myself refusing invitations to social gatherings even though I know I will be among friends and if I am out with friends, I can’t wait to get home.

I am unable to fathom why this change has happened, but the shift to solitude has been my decision. My sense of socialization has shifted to going on hikes with my friends rather than a dinner somewhere.  I look forward to my time outdoors every weekend and nothing rejuvenates me more than being amidst nature..just me and my dog.

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The power of nature is the most profound..and I have begun to find myself and my place and purpose on this earth.  With that sense of realization..it is hard to let go and find something else to do.  I am embracing the change which reminds me to put my soul first and take care of it.  This change reminds me of hot summer winds and warmth on the cheeks sipping lemonade on my deck, and it reminds me of winters with cold tile floors shivering in front of the fireplace.  Whether you call it solitude or loneliness, I cherish my loneliness and protect it obsessively..

Don’t fear slowly moving forward, fear standing still..

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Running has been on my mind lately..A LOT and so I decided to write about it. After all I am all set to run my 100th race this coming weekend. Growing up in India as an army brat meant a fun filled childhood full of outdoor activities and large spaces in small towns. I was never restricted to explore and my parents gave me the wings to fly. As a college student in Mumbai back in the 80’s, I explored sometimes alone and sometimes with friends. Going running on the beach was a favorite activity then and nothing could beat just walking in the rain for miles.

Coming to Pennsylvania as a student gave me a new level of exhilaration. Instead of the crowded streets or beaches of Mumbai, I had streets where I could walk for miles and not see a soul.  How could that be, and where were the people? How could they not be outside to see the fall colors or the snow or the icicles that formed as the ice was melting?  But compared to the crowded streets and beaches of India, I began to find the solitude of the quiet streets in a college town welcoming and loving every minute of it.  Even one person who wanted to come and explore with me seemed like a crowd. I would run sometimes or walk as I felt like, but nothing made me happier than being outdoors.  Moving to California was even better as the weather was great all year round.

I started running seriously around 25 years ago and would be out 3-4 times a week doing my thing. The feel of wind blowing in my hair, sweat pouring down my back and feeling my heart beat made me feel alive. I even ran during my pregnancies as the doctor said it was ok to do so and that did create a flutter among all the over-protective pregnancy equals disability thinking relatives, but I felt good and for once there was no one around me to tell me not to do so. I continued to run with the kids in the stroller and to hear a baby gurgle with laughter as the stroller hurtled down the street was pure joy! Life did get somewhat restrictive as the kids got older and day to day activities started interfering, but I had my treadmill to bank on. I would still go out for a run when I could and most times that meant running around 9 or 10pm at night. Night runs became my passion and I would look forward to those at the end of the day. It was only a couple years ago that I stopped running alone at night as I was spooked by a van that crawled alongside me for a couple blocks and the fear set in. I am still not sure if I should have stopped but I did for my own safety, although I still sneak a night run in with my 80 lb dog sometimes. I refuse to be scared to give up something I love, but somehow the reasoning of being safe and staying safe filters in.

I get asked constantly what I find in running or why do I do it and if my knees are ok 😀 The answer is yes my knees are ok.  They may be protesting a bit as I have been making them work non-stop but nothing like a little TLC to get them happy again. I usually get asked if I like running, and god knows, I hate the first couple miles when I start running, but I tell myself if I hate it after 15 mins of trying then I will stop.  It has never happened yet. So I guess I do like it. But do believe when I say that I am not that great at it. Running for speed or time are never my priorities, but finishing is whether I crawl across the finish line.  There are days when I do well and surprise myself and there are days when I have watched a sign on someone’s back saying “70 years old and if you can read this I am kicking your butt” and don’t ask me how many times pregnant runners have gone past me wearing t-shirts saying “Running for two”! But those things don’t bother me as I am not expecting to win a race but finish it.

Running 100 races was a goal I came up with 4.5 years ago as I was inspired by my bootcamp instructor who was about to run her 100th race then. Watching her train and move towards her goal and then eventually reach it two years earlier than planned was a phenomenal task and I was motivated to try. Actually to state the truth, 100 races seemed too daunting a task, so I started with 50 races because I had 18 races under my belt already.  My initial goal was to reach 50 races by the time I was 45 (old! I know) and I managed to reach the 50 with 7 months to spare.  After that I was addicted, obsessed, and blinded by the bling and swag.  Looking at the medals on the display rack was an elixir for the soreness and pain.  It took me about 5 seconds to increase my goal to 100 races before 50 years of age and so began the journey.

It has been a tough ride though as I have pushed myself physically and mentally in the last two years. I am running my 100th race almost two years to the date from when I ran the 50th race. What’s the hurry? Well, there are several reasons I think. Firstly, I am a goal-oriented person so I get fixated easily. Reaching the goal earlier than later was the plan especially as it is getting tougher as I get older and it is becoming increasingly hard to fit training with a hectic work schedule. Also, I didn’t want to struggle to finish if I waited. My goals are for myself and therefore running 100 races may not be that big a deal for many, but for me it is. I will get to check off the line from my bucket list.

I also try to run in every city I travel to whether it is on the streets of Mumbai or any place I visit in India or elsewhere in the world.  A couple of my favorite places where I have gone running in the last year have been Barcelona and Boston. I do realize that I am one of the lucky ones who has the luxury of going out on a run alone and not be worried about anything. I consider that as my gift and I am thankful for it. I am also thankful for my village of supporters who cheer me on and who run races with me as they are the ones who keep me going and are an integral part of my journey.  Their constant cheer of “you can do it” is the key to my success and even though I may be the world’s slowest runner, it is the only reason I am reaching my goal with 3 years to spare.

 

Moving On..

One year has passed since he has been gone.  A year flew by and no matter what you do time doesn’t seem to slow down even a bit. There were lots of tears and grieving when it happened but then along with the time, life seems to have moved on too.  How can you move on after losing someone who was so integral to your family web? It is ironical that along with time life continues its course too.  When he was sick, we tried our best to hold on to him, and then in death we are trying our best to let go.  To me he was my father in-law, a man I respected for his intellect and calm demeanor for the last 25 years I have been married to his son.  But as cultural norms dictated, I kept my distance and even though there was love and affection it was covert. He loved every single thing I cooked and would praise me profusely, so much that sometimes I wondered if he was really praising me or just being polite.  But his requests for leftovers the next day proved my skepticism wrong every single time. He was the proudest when I was working on my doctorate, and his last words to me remain that I would finish my doctoral degree without a doubt. Even in his most confused state when he was terribly ill in the hospital, he was lucid enough to tell me that he was proud of me. His illness did change our relationship dramatically, as I suddenly went from being the daughter in-law to caregiver and the formal relationship gave way to a more casual and loving relationship.  His dependency on me and his acceptance of me as his caregiver was endearing and for a man of few words he even verbalized his attachment for me.  It is poignant to think that it was his illness that changed our relationship for the better and brought us close.

Life is intriguing and mysterious for sure.  We take our health for granted for most part and want to live a healthy life and then we pray that we don’t suffer and want a painless death.  So many expectations from life and we don’t even spare death its due.  My father in-law was a prime example of these expectations as he lived to be a healthy 84 years of age and then fell sick and was gone in six months after that.  Just like that. It is unfathomable to think that a man who hiked up Exit Glacier in Kenai Fjords National Forest, Alaska one year could not even turn in bed by himself the next or a man who learned to use chopsticks like a pro at 80 years of age could not even pick up a spoon in the end.  “He didn’t suffer too long or too much” and “he was free of the suffering” were common statements I heard upon his death, but I know that death wasn’t easy or painless or quick for him and it definitely wasn’t easy for any of the family members even though it may have been expected.  Now all that is left are pictures, memories and rituals to remember him by, but thankfully the connections remain stronger than ever.  His favorite foods, his favorite songs, the books he loved to read and the little fold on the page he left bookmarked in the last book he was reading are reminders of his gentle existence.  The sight of his grandson taking ownership of his sweaters and jackets and wearing them to feel him close, are reminders of the strong bond he had with his grandson.  Somewhere we know that even though his mortal being may have passed on but he still resides within us and his future generation is making him immortal.  Somewhere we are reminded that being mortal means your journey towards death begins at birth and that loving someone and learning to let go are part of this journey.  Now only if it was easy to accept the logic in reality as it is to write on paper.

Mystical Ocean

The ocean..my go to place.  There is no place on Earth where I am at peace and there is no other place on Earth where I would rather be than the sea shore.  The place where I forget my worries and my pain.   A place where you can enjoy the three realms of Earth, Water, and Sky and become one with nature.

The following poem is a portrayal of my thoughts and emotions when I am at the beach.

Sitting on the sand,
My thoughts facing me,
Of words unspoken,
Stories untold,
The waves keep pounding,
But my world remains still,
Where time does not matter,
And my mind on hold

Watching the waves,
Break on the shore,
Spilling the froth under my feet,
I tread carefully,
Sand between my toes,
The silky softness,
Masking its force,
And a life lesson unfolds

The sun setting,
On deep blue waters,
A fiery end into the sea,
Bringing calm as the night sets,
Blanketing the turbulence beneath,
The mist kissing me lightly,
The magic that surrounds me,
And my heart finally at peace

Random-Musings © 2017

Winter Warmth

Like most families, we do gifts during Christmas and especially focus on the kids.  I know that my husband and boys go shopping without me under some false pretext or more commonly lose me at the mall.  Their plan usually does not go unnoticed by me, but I feign ignorance and let them be excited about pulling the surprise on me.  It is hard not to notice the whispers and the giggles uncommon to teenage boys.  However, this year was a true surprise as my husband had asked me what I wanted for Christmas and in some insane moment of rationality unbecoming of me, I had said nothing repeatedly.  I had said I would let him know if I wanted something.  So on Christmas day, I was engrossed in opening the gifts my friends had given me that I almost missed a small box under the tree.  Imagine my surprise when I find a box beautifully wrapped in red and tied with a black ribbon, with my name written on it and the husband says it is from me.  My OCD prevents me from ripping the wrapping paper, so it took a lot of patience to unwrap the gift even though I had this overpowering urge to tear the paper.  I knew what it was because the writing on the ribbon was distinct and unmistakable.  The box contained something I had wanted for a long time.  A pen from Montblanc!

My husband knew that I write every day and would never buy it for myself, so he had decided to get it for me.  Anyway, I promptly wrote something Christmas night.

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Now don’t ask me whether it was the husband’s thoughtfulness, the magic of Christmas, or the Montblanc itself that prompted me to write but I did.  The topic is definitely different than what I usually write.  I have found that I do like to write poetry and can express myself in a few simple words when sentences become hard.  So here is something in a poetry format trying to give an expression to my thoughts 🙂

Winter Warmth

The chill in the air,
Frost glazing the window pane,
I peek through the crystal lattice,
My breath fogging over the frame

My glance moves to the fireplace,
The light calling me softly,
Flames flirting with the bricks,
Embers crackling quietly

My heart beating slower than time,
Watching the fire in my lover’s eyes,
Blanketing me in a warm embrace,
The desire engulfs me

Let me bask in the glow,
A moment of joy and peace,
For this is my winter warmth,
My world is complete

Random-Musings © 2016

To Bake or Not to Bake..

I love to cook and for someone who has taught herself how to cook, I would give myself a B+ in my culinary skills.  I do have a fetish for cookbooks and seem to buy them regularly.  There is something about the pictures and the description of the foods that I lose myself in the pages and it becomes hard for me to part with the book.  I experiment with spices and herbs and different flavors and delve into cooking different cuisines.  My cooking repertoire definitely improved when I started teaching the Food and Culture course and the students were asked to submit a list of their favorite foods and recipes as part of the cultural artifacts assignment.  I would compile a cookbook from all the recipes submitted and then give each student a copy at the end of the semester as a surprise.  The cookbook became more than just a collection of recipes, as it became a multi-cultural artifact for the class and the students were excited to have a keepsake for themselves.

Over the years, I have tried several recipes from cookbooks and started baking too. I enjoy baking breads more than cakes and pastries for some reason. The only difference with baking I have found is that I lack the skills to experiment that I tend to do with cooking. With baking, I make sure to follow the recipe down to the teaspoon to assure myself of a good product.  So in the last few years I have found myself baking easier desserts that are not too complicated, at least in my mind.  One such dessert is the Baked Apple Roses.  For me they are the easiest, prettiest and fairly guilt-free in my dietitian mind. I bake them every holiday season and my family and neighbor’s look forward to them.  Recently, I baked these goodies for a holiday party and posted the pictures on Facebook which caused a flurry of requests for the recipe.  So here is the recipe along with the instructions to create the roses.  I am not a food blogger and the photos have been taken with my iPhone, but you get the idea. I hope you enjoy making these as much as I do!

Baked Apple Roses

Ingredients:

Here’s what you need to make 6 of your own roses:

-2 Red Delicous apples, cored and halved (leave the skin on)
-Juice from 1/2 lemon
-3 Tbsp fruit preserves (I used mango but you can use your favorite fruit)
-2 Tbsp water (plus more for apple soak)
-1 sheet of puff pastry
– Cinnamon powder, to taste (optional)

Instructions:

  • Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit (190 degrees Celsius)
  • Core apples, cut vertically in half and slice thin
  • Put apple slices in microwave safe bowl. Fill bowl with water and juice from half a lemon. Use enough water to make sure apple slices are covered by water.

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  • Microwave for 3-5 minutes until apple slices are soft but not cooked. This process will soften the apple slices and make them more pliable for rolling up.
  • Next grab a sheet of puff pastry. Flour your board and roll out the puff pastry enough to make 6 strips at 2 inches wide. I scored and cut mine with a serrated wheel but you can use a knife. I use my granite top to roll out the puff pastry sheet.
  • In a bowl mix your favorite fruit preserves with a couple tablespoons of water. Then spoon out the preserves in the center of the strip of puff pastry. I used mango jam as it is my favorite but any jam would do
  • Next place the apple slices long ways halfway on the strip. Keep adding slices until you reach the end. Sprinkle cinnamon powder. Then fold the puff pastry over the bottom of the apple slices.img_2857

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  • Roll up the puff pastry and place in a greased muffin tin.apple-roses-step-2

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  • Bake the apple roses for 30-35 minutes.
  • Pull out of oven and let cool for 5 minutes.
  • Sprinkle with powdered sugar

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Tips:

  • I used Red Delicious apples for this recipe, but have used Honey Crisp apples also and they work just as well too
  • Substitute cardamom powder in place of cinnamon powder