I found this little guy, surrounded by some of his less healthy-looking friends, hanging onto his vibrant petals for dear life just a few days ago. I guess I’m not the only one who wants summer to stick around forever!
That being said, we had our first snow today (although it didn’t last the day). It made me feel like winter has finally come, and put me in the Christmas spirit!
These last couple of weeks before Christmas are filled with special events, term reports, and classroom parties. Yesterday we attended (and performed at) the final kindergarten Christmas event for the year. I got a lot of footage, which I will share in upcoming posts. But for now, I’ll just share one video of a rather unique moment during the show. We were watching one of the 5-year-olds’ plays, when all of a sudden I could feel the tremors of an oncoming earthquake. Not everyone seemed to notice at first; then I heard the lady beside me say, “Jishin” (earthquake). The ground was shaking, and someone’s warning alarm was going off. I was curious to see what the children on stage would do, but they continued without skipping a beat. Perhaps their teachers were coaching them to continue; I’m not sure. Oh how impressive you are, Japan!
When I re-watched the video, I realized that I wouldn’t have even be able to tell there was an earthquake if I hadn’t been there. The only indication is toward the middle of the video when my hand shakes the camera during the commotion, the slight buzz of voices, and the cell phone alarm that keeps repeating. I guess, as they say, the show must go on, and Snow White’s story must be told come quaking or jiggling.
Well, it’s off to the start of another busy week. Not sure how many in-depth posts I’ll get to do in the near future, but I’m looking forward to sharing some new photos and videos when I get the chance!
Sorry for the erratic posting schedule. I skipped last week, and was tempted to do so again this week, but I decided to try to slip in a short update. Between holiday events, a visit from our coordinator AND the arrival of a new teacher, plus trying to study for my upcoming Japanese language test, it’s been crazy busy!
Last weekend we had a long weekend, due to Japan’s Labor Thanksgiving Day (which is nothing like our Thanksgiving Day!). On Friday, our team had a Thanksgiving meal and invited a few of our Japanese friends. The next day, our employers treated us to a night at an onsen (that’s hot spring!) hotel. This was my third visit to this particular hotel, and as always, it was an enjoyable stay, with good food, relaxing baths, and fun karaoke with friends. Well, I honestly didn’t do much karaoke this time, instead slipping out to enjoy the outdoor bath in the chilly night air. Nothing quite tops the feeling of lounging in a bath of warm water while breathing in the crisp November air and gazing at the dark night sky.
There was one difference between this stay and our previous stay, and it was one that made me quite happy…
…we got Japanese style rooms!
Both I and my friend, who was sharing a room with me, were pretty tickled. We’d heard that other team members in the past had gotten Japanese style rooms, but it had never happened to us before! We didn’t even have to lay out our own futons – when we came back from dinner, they had been laid out for us!
Because it was the last weekend in November, the foliage was mostly gone. However, there were still tinges of orange on the trees covering the mountain that we could see from our window:
My friends and I spent some time soaking our feet in the foot bath overlooking the garden, which contained a small (artificial) waterfall and a koi pond. In general, koi kind of creep me out, but this large white one made an interesting contrast to the dark mud and rocks around it. I also liked the look of the colorful fall leaves which had floated to the bottom of the pond.
The maple trees still had a hint of color, and were very pretty in the sunlight!
We went to dinner in the renovated buffet hall, and discovered that they had put an aquarium at the entrance. I don’t know if it was intentional, but they had the different kinds of fish from “Finding Nemo.” You can hardly see him, but Nemo (or one of his many brothers and sisters) is just above the white thing in the center of the photo below.
It was a fun and refreshing, though busy, weekend. The busyness didn’t stop this week, as we helped the new teacher get started at his job and prepared for the kindergarten’s annual Christmas event, in which our team also does a short performance. Today (Saturday) we performed twice, as both the three- and four-year-olds’ events were in the morning. Next Saturday, it will be the five-year-olds’ turn. All in all, our performance went well, although our measly production (two songs and a short reenactment of the Christmas story) did not hold a candle to the kindergarteners’ elaborate costumes and the plays that they had spent hours upon hours practicing.
Tomorrow is another big day, as I take the Japanese language proficiency test that I’ve been studying for over the past few months. I actually need a couple more months to study for it, but it’s only offered twice a year, and I really want to take it before I go back to America again. Since this is my last chance, I’ll give it my best shot. Whether I pass it or not, it has definitely provided motivation for me to study, which was part of my reason for taking it in the first place.
Away we go to another busy week! Talk to you all next week!
Let me just start off by saying that thankfulness has not come that easily to me recently. I’ve been kind of homesick, and the grind of daily work has been…well, grinding. Last weekend I was in a bad mood, which made me feel apathetic and somewhat lazy, and this week I caught a cold (again!), and didn’t even have the self-control to go to bed on time this weekend, which might have helped keep me from getting sick in the first place. So I’m disappointed in myself, in addition to my disappointment about getting sick again.
However, this past week I was contemplating thankfulness, and realizing anew how easy it is to focus only on the things that are wrong. Why do we humans do that? I don’t know. I do know that, most of the time, we are surrounded by amazing things which we take for granted – unless we are deprived of them, in which case we quickly start becoming thankful for them again (at least for a little while).
Anyway, my resolution this month is to focus more on thankfulness. Now that I’m sick and feeling down on myself again, it’s a little harder to actually feel genuinely thankful. But FEELING thankful is not as important as BEING thankful, right?
And honestly, I am thankful. Although I miss my family more the longer I’m in Japan, I am thankful to be here, and to have a few months left to enjoy this wonderful country. Although I’m a bit burnt out with the work culture, I do appreciate the job I have, and I genuinely enjoy teaching and my students.
So, tired and grumpy as I might feel at the moment, it doesn’t mean that I can’t be thankful. In fact, when I took the picture below, thankfulness is what I had in mind. The happy red leaf was just resting on the ground, in stark contrast to the brown earth around it. I think lots of times we get focused on the earth of our lives, which can be brown, stale, and just so…flat. But we also have leaves – those pops of color that adorn our lives and give us joy and beauty. All we have to do is notice them.
With that in mind, here’s what I’m thankful for this week!
1. Fall leaves. The foliage here is beautiful. These were some of the vibrant trees near the kindergarten. In the second picture, I love the two tones of the red maple in the foreground, and the tree with yellow leaves in the background.
2. Beautiful fall days. This past week has been unusually warm for this time of year, which has been pleasant and has saved on heating costs! As of last night it’s started to get cold again, but at least we’ve been able to enjoy the mildness up until now.
3. My students. I got to watch some of my students perform at our city’s annual fall concert yesterday, and it was great! I get such a surge of pride and affection seeing my students perform; I guess that must be sort of how a mother feels. Here are a few videos of their talented performances:
Incidentally, the gospel music class that I’m a part of also performed a few songs at the concert. It was fun, but of course it was a relief to have it over with. I guess that’s another thing I’m thankful for!
Those are just a few of the “leaves” brightening the ground of my life right now. What are yours?
Hello, blog world, and my favorite blog readers! 🙂
This weekend, my town had its annual cultural festival. Because the town is on the small side, the festival isn’t really that spectacular of an event, though it is interesting. Last year, I went to the community center and browsed the artwork on display, and looked at the wares of the handful of vendors outside. This year, I didn’t really care about looking at the same kinds of displays, though I did walk through the school gym, which had handicrafts made by various community members (I think). However, one thing that drew me this year was the advertisement of a tea ceremony in the informational flyer. I have a fair amount of interest in tea ceremony, as it seems a quintessential part of traditional Japan. So my main goal for attending the festival this year was to get in on that. 🙂
I arrived shortly after the opening time, since the information in the flyer said that the program would close once the tea and snacks were used up. There was a line of people – mostly elderly – waiting their turn to enter the tea room, since the room was small and could only accommodate about a dozen people at a time. Once the first group exited the room, I filed in with the others in my line. The room was a small Japanese-style room, so of course we took off our shoes and knelt Japanese style on the tatami mat.
It turned out to be a very enjoyable experience, mostly because I really love that type of traditional Japanese activity. There were several female hostesses, dressed to the hilt in beautiful kimono. The ceremony included the deliberate carrying in of the appropriate utensils, along with moving just the right way when turning and getting up. At least that’s the way it looked to me. I’ve never actually seen a real tea ceremony, so I had nothing to compare it to, but I think the hostesses are supposed to be precise and deliberate in their movements. I imagine in a more formal setting the hostesses would probably be even more meticulous than the ladies who hosted today.
First, we were given a Japanese sweet called manjuu (I think) – a baked sweet filled with anko. Next, tea was made, and we each got a cup (more like a bowl) filled with thick, dark green tea. The guy seated beside me, who was actually really good at speaking English, warned me that it was more bitter than regular bottled green tea. It was! However, I drank it down like any good Japanese girl, trying to hold the cup the way we had been shown. As instructed, I also wiped the rim of the cup with my finger after, and then wiped my finger on my napkin. The whole procedure didn’t take very long; after we had finished drinking, the dishes were cleared out, and the hostesses made preparations for the next batch of guests. However, I really enjoyed my brief introduction into the world of tea ceremony!
While we were in the tea room, I asked permission to take a few photos. Permission was granted, but for some reason other people took the photos instead of me. First, the hostess took a picture with me in it, which was great; but then the guest beside me took the camera and took a picture of the room and hostesses, which I easily could have taken myself. Not sure about the logic of that, but anyway: I got my pictures! Here’s the best one:
Part of the festivities included carrying a portable shrine (??) around town. The process involves a lot of yelling/cheering, which I suspect is bolstered by the effects of alcohol. Anyway, even though I wasn’t really interested in the event per se, I managed to sneak up on the overpass to look down on the street and shoot a video. If you notice the obvious white people in the video, those are two of my coworkers, who somehow happened to get right in on the action! Anyway, even though I have a kind of emotional disassociation with these kinds of things, knowing that no made-up spirit or idol can hold a candle to my amazing Father, I still was interested in sharing a slice of Japanese festival atmosphere with you all. Here it is, for your viewing pleasure:
And this week, you also get a bonus track! During the city Sports Day I attended several weeks ago, a women’s drumming band performed, and I completely forgot to upload the video on that blog post! Of course I couldn’t help but think of certain family members who love the deep, rhythmic voice of drums. This one’s for you, Mom!
It was actually kind of ironic. Yesterday, at Japanese class, I was talking to two of the volunteer teachers about the snake I saw a few weeks ago. We got into a discussion about what kind of snake it might be, and one of the teachers informed me that a poisonous snake called mamushi (not the one I saw) might exist on the far side of Mount Katasone. Yes, that is the mountain which I have walked up several times, on the road that leads to the top. The last time I got to the top, I went tromping through the woods with one of my friends, following a path that led to etchings on various stones. Perhaps I wouldn’t have been so eager to enter the forest if I’d known about this snake, which also goes by the name “Japanese pit viper.” I mean, my teacher said they lived on the far side of the mountain, but still. Does a snake really know enough not to cross onto my side of the mountain? I doubt it.
Again, today, I got into a discussion about snakes, this time with my friend. I was relating to her the conversation from Japanese class, and she started checking the Internet to see if she could find the kind of snake which so rudely picked up its head to stare at me a few weeks ago. We found something which I thought looked similar. The information was not very consoling. Apparently this snake CAN be venomous, although since its teeth are toward the back of the mouth it’s not super dangerous. I think the source described it as needing to chew on its victim? Not a very happy thought. In any case, for more information, feel free to check out the links below, which were my sources for the facts above. I’m not 100% sure that the snake I saw was the one in these articles (called Yamakagashi or a Tiger Keelback snake), especially since it wasn’t very long. But as far as I can remember, its markings were the same, and it did have that weird way of picking up its head to look at me that reminded me of a cobra. Here are the links, which I don’t recommend checking out unless you are not squeamish about snakes:
Anyway, back to my story. It was a beautiful fall day here – akibare, as they call it, or “autumn clear.” I wanted to get out and go for a walk, so I decided to take my usual loop around the river, following the road and crossing the river via the footbridge. As I have written about before, there are also a couple of large rocks which I’m fond of, down near the river. It seemed like a perfect day to go sit on the rocks and let the sun warm me up. However, ever since seeing multiple snakes this year, I’ve been hesitant to go down to the rocks, because I have to walk down the bank through some tallish grass. Because of that, and because I wanted some exercise, I decided to stick to my regular routine of walking on the road around the river.
I walked down one side of the road, crossed the river, and prepared to walk back on the other side. I saw something in the road ahead of me. It could be anything, really. I mean, I’m just primed to look for snakes right now. But it just seemed…unusual. Not quite like the twigs and leaves ordinarily in the road. I walked a few steps closer. Could it really be…but yes, it is…it really is a snake!
Umm…didn’t I pick walking on the road in order to avoid snakes??
As I was looking at the snake, which looked like it had already been run over, another car ran over it. However, I could see it moving a bit after, so I knew it was not yet dead. Much as I didn’t want to look at it, I was also curious about if it was the maybe-poisonous Yamakagashi snake that I thought I might have seen before. Picking up a twig so that I’d have something to throw at it if it started toward me, I walked close enough to see its markings, which contained no hint of the red that is on a Yamakagashi snake. Not quite brave enough to pass it, I turned around and walked back the way I had come. For the remainder of my walk, I tried to avoid the edges of the road, just in case another snake had the same brilliant idea to try sunning itself in my walking space. Fortunately, I made it back to my apartment with no other snake encounters, suffering from nothing else but the trauma in my mind.
So that’s end of my snake story, hopefully for the rest of my stay here. Although I detest being cold, suddenly I’m quite excited about the thought of winter. In winter I can walk ANYWHERE, with no fear of being ambushed by a snake. Until those frosty days come, though, I guess I’ll just have to be on the lookout. And now it’s time for me to get my mind onto cheerier topics. Please pray that I don’t have snake dreams tonight. 🙂
Hi everyone! It’s been another busy week! Last week we had our first “English camp,” which is a day program that our team holds at local schools every October. This year, we’re doing a different school every Thursday for three consecutive weeks. It’s a lot of work, but it’s always fun!
On Saturday, our city hosted an “International Sports Day” for citizens and international residents. We were invited to be a part of that, so in the spirit of fostering community we went and participated in some team-building events such as rolling a bucket around a post using poles (with a partner), or hitting a ball through a croquet hoop and then snatching a snack from a “clothesline” with our mouths! It was fun to spend time with my team and to see some of the people from the community whom we know, as well as other international residents (this area has a sizable population of other Asians such as Vietnamese).
Due to still recovering from my cold, I was pretty tired on Saturday, but since the Sports Day events ended early I decided to take the afternoon train to Koriyama and run some errands. That’s where I met up with some interesting foods, which are the feature of today’s “Only in Japan” segment. Please refer to the picture below to see if you can guess what I ate for a snack! (Answers below!)
First off is the “melon bread” which I bought at a bakery in the train station. I’m not sure why melon bread is called by that name, except perhaps that it is in the shape of a melon? Anyway, it’s very popular here, and is usually plain white or dotted with mini chocolate chips. It is a sweetened roll covered with a crust of sugar. Occasionally, one can find other flavors of melon bread, such as the one above. This one is a pumpkin melon bread, in honor of fall. The outside was dyed green, with a walnut “stem,” and the inside was orange with a layer of pumpkin filling baked into the bread. I even found a small piece of pumpkin skin! (What they call pumpkins here are more like squash, and the skins seem to be edible once cooked. I guess American squash has edible skin too, only no one ever thinks to eat it.)
OK, onto mystery food number two. The drink in the picture above is a milkshake from McDonald’s, and was a new flavor which was also in honor of fall. And of course, what fall would be complete without one of Japan’s favorite foods…sweet potato! I really like sweet potato, so I actually enjoyed the milkshake quite a bit! Who knows, maybe it will take off in America in the future…?
In the theme of unique melon bread, here is another melon bread I found at the same bakery this summer. It was colored to look like a watermelon, and contained chocolate chips for the “seeds.” I wonder if it’s OK to call it watermelon melon bread?
Well, that’s all for this week. Hope you all have a wonderful week! Don’t forget to partake of your favorite fall foods, and if you try anything new and unusual let me know in the comments below!
Hello everyone! It’s another great day in this wonderful and crazy land called Japan!
First, a short update. This weekend was the last of our long weekends for awhile (sniff, sniff). I was rather excited because I had a day trip planned to a random city in the southern part of the prefecture. It wasn’t anything that special, it just looked like an interesting place to visit. I tend to be a homebody (at least compared with some of my teammates!), so I was pleased to be getting out and exploring this country while I’m still in it.
However, my body had other plans.
Last Wednesday, I could feel just a touch of a cold. I seem to have a rather robust immune system which often gets only the hint of a virus, and usually heals after a couple of days. I credit it to getting plenty of sleep and eating lots of vegetables, although that’s really just a hypothesis. Anyway, I mentioned my mini-cold to my coworkers as we sat in the office waiting to teach, remarking that my colds don’t usually get very bad.
Well, that virus must have heard me, and it was mightily offended.
On Thursday, I woke up feeling about the same – just a little bit of an odd feeling in my throat. I felt rather energetic, and was excited that my body was heading back toward good health. Which was why I was very surprised when I woke up Friday and felt some soreness in my throat. Although tired, I pushed through the day, ending it with fatigue and a headache. On Saturday I noticed that my wee little cold had now morphed into an insidious beast that was starting to reside in my sinuses. Fortunately, I thought, I had planned my trip on Sunday, so I had Saturday to recover first.
On Sunday I woke up at 3:30 a.m. and knew that a trip was not a smart idea. Disappointed as I was, I could feel that my throat and sinuses had not significantly improved, and spending a day gallivanting about instead of resting could potentially make things worse. Not to mention the fact that I was probably still contagious. It turned out that staying home was a good plan, because I ended up feeling even worse in the evening.
Today is Monday, and I feel that I’m finally taking a turn for the better. I’ve been a bit frustrated that I had a whole three-day weekend in which I could not do anything that I had planned. However, it’s been very good for me, since I’m used to carefully constructing my life and schedule so that it follows my ideas and plans. It’s healthy (and humbling) for me to have my routine shaken up once in a while!
I’m sorry to report that, despite having three whole days of doing nothing this weekend, I STILL did not manage to write my blog post until the last minute. Therefore, except for this long narrative about my illness, I’ll keep my words to a minimum.
Basically, this week’s topic is about the kindergarten sports day which my coworkers and I attended last weekend. Since I wrote about it last year, I’ll try to post some videos of things I didn’t cover last year.
This year, again, we participated in two events with the parents. One was a ball-bouncing race (using beach balls, which of course fly all over the place), and the other was a jump-rope race (my favorite!). The parents participated in many of the events with the children, but these two were just the parents and us foreigners. Other events featured just the kids.
My favorite part (which I wasn’t able to record last year) was the kindergarteners showing off their gymnastics skills. The next few videos feature that, so enjoy the show!
Part of the gymnastics display was what I call “dominoes.” I’m not sure what they call it, but it’s my favorite part of the exhibition!
Well, that’s all for this week. Hope you all have a happy and productive week!
Last weekend, on our second long weekend in a row (yay!), our employers took us to Aizu’s annual samurai parade. Since we went last year, and I posted some pictures and videos of it then, I decided to focus on some different aspects of the parade.
First, the food!
The performances were pretty much the same as last year. But I still filmed a couple of my favorites:
In the video below, I didn’t realize until after I filmed that there is an annoying squeaky toy sound throughout. I guess one of the kids seated near us must have found the toy more interesting than the parade. In any case, it’s a good show!
This year, instead of visiting the nearby castle after the parade, our employers took us to Goshikinuma, a group of lakes in the highlands of Mount Bandai. First we ate at an excellent restaurant which served hamburg, which is kind of like meatloaf but less meatloaf-y. I guess we might call it Salisbury steak in the U.S.
Anyway, after our delicious lunch of hamburg, fresh crusty bread, and cake, we went to the lake. Unfortunately, we only had about an hour to spend, but we used our time wisely by going on a rowboat adventure and then hiking for the remaining twenty minutes.
It was a long day, but packed full of good experiences. I came back with a headache but lots of good memories. I’d really wanted to see the Goshikinuma lakes, so it was nice to be able to cross that off my bucket list, even though I didn’t get to spend nearly as long as I’d wanted to! But it was great to enjoy one of the final warm days of the season. It’s only going to keep getting cooler from here, so I’ll take summer while it lasts!
Today’s “Only in Japan” post actually has two segments.
First “only in Japan:” karaoke.
Now, I’ve never done karaoke in America, so I don’t know exactly how it compares to Japan, but here you rent a small room with your friends. The room usually contains a table, seats, a TV screen that shows lyrics, and a couple of handheld devices with which to choose songs. Many places offer food and drink as well.
Last weekend, which was a long weekend, my teammates decided to have a karaoke night. This team seems to really love karaoke. Me, not so much. I like singing, and I usually sing a couple of songs (think: Disney and musicals), but the inner performer in me (if there is one) just doesn’t like to make much of an appearance in public. However, I do like spending time with my friends, so occasionally I’ll tag along on their karaoke trips.
When we went last weekend, we got the unlimited plan. I figured we’d stay maybe three hours while everyone sang their hearts out. Three hours later, everyone was still going strong. Everyone except me, that is. Somewhere after the third hour, the singer in me gave up, and I looked like this:
Well, even if it’s not my forte, it’s another Japanese experience I can say I’ve tried!
Before the second “Only in Japan” segment for this post, I have a bit of a rabbit trail. Or should I say, a snake trail.
That’s right. *TRIGGER WARNING.* Snakes. (If you don’t like ’em, feel free to skip ahead to the line of asterisks. That’s where it’s safe to start reading again!)
I’ve gone a year and a half in Japan without seeing a single snake, much to my great delight. Then, in the past couple of weeks, I’ve seen three – two of them in one day (that’s today).
Actually, I think I know why. The weather is finally getting cooler and dryer, so my hypothesis is that these cold-blooded creatures are venturing forth to sun themselves and warm their cold little hearts.
But it doesn’t mean it has to make me happy. Not at all.
Today, the weather was so fine that I decided to have a picnic. I trotted off to the grocery store to buy some food to take. On the shortcut path, I heard a rustle and looked down. Yes – there, on the path ahead of me, was a small snake. It was disturbed at my approach, and moved close to the stone wall that borders the path. I stopped and tried to regulate my breathing. I decided to be brave and move past it, even though I was afraid it would decide to move toward me instead of away from me. It didn’t. Crisis averted!
But sadly, my poor little heart didn’t know the danger wasn’t over yet. I brought my picnic to a nearby park, walking up the many cement steps to the grass at the top. I watched my step, not wanting to meet with another slithery creature. There was no sign of any reptiles about, so I walked to a bench and enjoyed my al fresco lunch.
Then, on my way back, as I walked down the cement steps, I heard another rustle. What?? Not again!! I stopped, startled, as another snake, this one larger than the first, reared its head up and looked at me. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Why are you looking at me like that, snake? Are you a cobra? I checked out the black and red pattern covering its back, wondering if this was an unfamiliar Japanese snake that could be poisonous. Doesn’t red and black indicate danger? Wait, no, that’s red and yellow. “Red and black, venom lack.” Or is that an old wives’ tale?
Before I could devise a plan of attack, the snake moved into the grass by the side of the path. I couldn’t see it anymore, but to make sure, I threw a piece of stick in its direction. I could then see that it definitely was moving up the hill and away from me. I continued down the steps, but not without keeping a sharp eye out for any more reptiles.
Much to my shame, I opted not to take the shortcut path home. I looked at it, knowing that I should be brave, but not willing to risk another encounter with a snake. Two is enough for one day. Actually, it’s enough for the rest of my time here. I don’t like winter, but I’m almost glad that soon the ground will freeze and put a little distance between me and slithery things. I try to look at my fear objectively, to remind myself that snakes won’t hurt me, that they’re more afraid of me than I am of them, etc., etc. But still, when I see one slinking along the ground, or even worse, rearing up to glare at me with its beady little eyes, all of my logic flies out the window. I’m sorry, snakes. I know you really don’t mean to appear creepy and evil. You just can’t help yourselves.
Last Monday, which was “Respect for the Aged Day” and a national holiday, one of my Japanese acquaintances took a coworker and I to a European-style coffee shop in a nearby town. It was nice to have the chance to go there, since it’s only accessible by car. On the way, we happened to pass some tanbo art displays. Tanbo art, or rice field art, is made when farmers plant different colored rice in a specific design. When the rice ripens, the design is revealed. Kind of like a corn maze, but…not.
I was actually really excited about the tanbo art, because I’ve heard about it but never seen it. Apparently there are some really large tanbo art displays in some other areas of Japan. These were quite small, but I still enjoyed seeing them. There was a platform set up in front of each display, so I clambered up each one and took some photos.
Well, that’s all for this post. Between karaoke, snakes, and rice art, I think I’ve covered enough topics for one week. Check out my post next week to see about my adventures of this weekend (which happily was another long weekend!).
Well, last weekend came and went, and I realized that I did not write a blog post. Oops. This weekend is a long weekend – in honor of “Respect for the Aged Day”- so I really have no excuse.
Work has been normal, but busy. I never seem to have enough time to do everything I want to do, especially Japanese study. But I guess it’s better than being bored.
Last weekend I and the three other Wakakusa teachers participated in the kindergarten “summer” festival. (Originally it was supposed to be held in the summer, but because of the extreme heat this year, it was postponed until September). In keeping with tradition, we offered face painting to the children. Face painting is rather a novelty here, I understand. This year we had a very steady stream of children who wanted to have their faces (or hands) painted. It seemed like there was a lot more interest than last year. In fact, even after we were officially “closed,” some children still kept trickling in.
Since there were only three painting stations, I acted as facilitator, greeting students, keeping my teammates supplied with brushes, and taking photos – as you can see below.
My artistically talented teammate drew this advertisement for our face painting enterprise. She drew each of our faces, along with the four different symbols that we were offering to paint on the children’s faces.
All the students were wearing their yukata (summer kimono), and they were so beautiful!
There were a few lulls, but often we had students lined up waiting for their turn. Two of my coworkers and I also wore our yukata.
Guess who else wore a yukata this year? That’s right, good ol’ Colonel Sanders. This congenial fellow stands beside the KFC counter that’s inside my local grocery store, welcoming the Japanese population of KFC lovers. He seems to have a new outfit every season.
Sadly, yukata season is now coming to an end, and fall is beginning. In fact, I think Mr. Sanders is now sporting a Halloween outfit. It makes me feel melancholy to see summer go, but I shall attempt to look forward to the refreshing fall scenery, more three-day weekends, and the upcoming school events such as English camp and kindergarten Sports Day. I’m sure it will be a good season even if I’m not surrounded with my beloved summer heat…