Today is a travel day, and a day off from sightseeing. It was beginning to get to me. I left the hotel before 10, got to the train station fairly quickly, then spent the next hour getting my train ticket and trying to find something to eat. Breakfast had been a banana and tea. I had plenty of time, which I needed, then the train at 12:11 took 45 minutes from Nagoya to Kyoto. I spent another hour at the tourist information office arranging for a hotel in Okayama. I have to leave Kyoto on December 1 and remain elsewhere for six nights. I still have to arrange for four more nights and I am undecided about where to go.
When I spoke to Robin earlier and mentioned I didn’t know what to do if I didn’t sightsee, she said, “Read a book.” Of course, great idea, but I didn’t have one. I spend most of my time reading about where I am going next. Haven’t read a book since I left home, and it’s not easy to find English language books here. While I was at the tourist office I asked about a bookstore that would carry such books. My query produced a map with English notations about things we might want, including bookstores. Great!
I took my suitcase to the hotel, sat and watched CNN and had a cup of tea, then went to the map area and began walking. A number of things on the map interested me: a fabric store, a paper store, and those bookstores. The paper store was not where the map showed it, but I happened on it anyway. It will get another visit before I leave Japan. The fabric store wasn’t very interesting. The bookstore was very satisfying. I spent a lot of time looking and finally settled on Khaled Hosseini’s second book, A Thousand Splendid Suns. Raja recommended it; her recommendations are always great.
I chose a place to eat that serves Okonomiyaki. I’ve decided I have to eat better than i’ve been doing. Okonomiya is a kind of fritatta. I’ve had tastes of some that were wonderful in department stores. Maybe I just ordered the wrong thing. Although they had an English menu it wasn’t really helpful. I chose something that was supposed to have mushrooms and corn. It did. What they didn’t say was it also had a mayonaise based sauce.
Two western women were standing outside the restaurant as I left. They asked me how it was and I hesitated. We started talking and found out we all had a Chicago connection. They chose a different place and I went with them and had coffee while they ate. One of the women is a food historian. Her website about her latest book is here. I wish I had thought of doing what she is doing while I was still working. It’s great. The other woman is living here and working as a missionary. She gave me some good suggestions about where to go to see more of Mt. Fuji. It was fun having a real American conversation.
What a wonderful thing…….a Chicago connection. You think you are wonderfully prepared, then find you aren’t. Your Chicago connection put the moment in perspective for you.
Did that woman give you good ideas for food? Now I will go visit the site. Thanks for the link.
Grandkids for me today.
Your noting the problem with food and the desire to “eat better” reminded me of my first visit to India. I found the food my sisters-in-law prepared, authentic south and north Indian fare, absolutely delicious, but I still found myself thinking unduly often and longingly about McDonald’s even though I’ve never been a particular fan of theirs. Some special girlfriends, who had a key to our house so as to water the plants while we were away, left a feast of ham and potato salad in the refrigerator the day we were due to return. It’s hard to think of a meal I ever enjoyed more! I wonder what food you’re most looking forward to eating when you get home? This will have been quite a long time to be away from your normal diet.
The woman from Chicago showed me some carrots she bought. Trouble is they have to be cleaned–that requires tools. I’m not going to start stocking a kitchen and carrying the stuff around with me.
I keep looking at McDonalds, but I can’t bring myself to go in. It’s not what I want. I would like some broccoli, preferably cooked, and a large raw spinach salad.
I never had a problem eating in China. We got lots of fruit and vegetables at the apartment, and more exotic stuff when we went out. I could do that forever.
“The woman from Chicago” is back in Chicago, and glad to be able to learn of your further adventures.
My recommendation for getting more veggies while you’re in Japan is to look for Chinese restaurants. I ate in a Chinese place in Kyoto a couple of days ago, and the vegetables were abundant — and included broccoli.
Happy travels.
Cynthia
Cynthia,
Haven’t found any Chinese restaurants here, but I’ll keep looking. Had a great dinner, finally, on Friday. Today I went back to the Saizeriya place where we ate and had a decent piece of chicken with some veggies, but no broccoli. I’ll be home next week.