Nagasaki: Day 1

Earlier this spring, two of the LOLs from my church, Mihoko and Kuniko, asked me when my school had summer holidays. A week later, they informed me that they had made plans for us to fly to Nagasaki, the western-most major island in Japan. This past week, four of us embarked on a tour of this multi-faceted historical landmark. Probably most recognized in the United States as the second nuclear bombing target during World War II, Nagasaki has an even greater history than that. During Japan's period of National Isolation (1641-1858), Nagasaki was the only area open to trade. With the tradesmen came Catholic and then later, Christian, missionaries. Thus, Nagasaki is known as the birthplace of Christianity in Japan... But I'm getting ahead of myself... So, let's start at the very beginning (a very good place to start!)





We arrived in Nagasaki early Monday evening. Since it was pouring when we stepped off the airplane, we decided to go immediately to our hotel and from there find dinner. The meal of choice? Saraudon and champon -- two of Nagasaki's "famous" foods. Both "Chinese-influenced" dishes have all kinds of goodies in them -- shrimp, cabbage, carrots, mussels, fish....(and Emily????)




The next morning began with a typical LOL adventure! As we left the hotel, I couldn't help but take a double glance at what first appeared to be a porcelain statute. When it blinked, I realized that in fact it wasn't a doll after all, but a bride dressed in traditional garb. The LOLs were determined that I should have a picture of the happy couple so they interrupted the professional photo shoot, explained that I was a foreigner who wanted a picture (frankly, I didn't care one way or the other) and would greatly benefit from learning about Japanese culture, posed the bride, told the groom to smile..... You can just imagine the scene! Please relish in their very hard work as directors (and, yes, the groom is smiling!!)

Soon we found ourselves climbing up a steep hill towards Oura Catholic Church. Don't let the Dutch-inspired buildings fool you, though; it is still Japan. (The vending machine on every corner was one of many indicators that we hadn't been mysteriously teleported to Holland!)

Catholicism was first introduced to Japan in 1549 by St. Francis Xavier. However, when Japan was closed to other religions, the Japanese Christians had to go in hiding. Over a hundred years later, when Japan was once again open to foreigners, Oura Catholic Church, the oldest wooden church in Japan, was built and dedicated in 1865. Soon after, a group of women identified themselves to the priest as Christians who had been passing down their faith from generation to generation.

After visiting the church, my LOL and I passed Japan's first public telephone. (Unfortunately, I didn't get its installation date). They, of course, had to call home -- I on the other hand, couldn't dial out, and so took a picture instead! We then headed to the Glover House -- the residence of the former British merchant Thomas Glover (1838-1911). Being an influential figure in Japan's foreign trade and having a Japanese wife, Glover is often connected to the similar character in Puccini's opera Madame Butterfly.

Although, there is no actual substantiated connection between Glover and Puccini's character, my LOLs referred to the house as the "butterfly" house and, in fact, in the garden, there was a statue of Puccini with a butterfly on his shoulder. And, as in any activity I participate in with my ladies, singing was involved. (Mihoko is an opera singer/teacher and Kuniko is one of her former students so music is especially important to them). Therefore, we sang a rousing version of the opera's most famous aria to the amusement of our fellow visitors!!

From the Glover House we had a great view of Nagasaki's port and lots of big ships!

Our next stop was the "one-legged" torii gate, nicknamed so because its other side was blasted off by the atomic bomb.

From there we moved on to Urakami Cathedral. Which, according to the brochure, was "once the largest church in the Orient." It was originally built in 1925 after 30 years of labor, but then was destroyed in the bomb. It was later rebuilt with the story behind its rebuilding quite controversial. (In fact, my pastor's wife was worried that as an American, I might not want to the hear the Japanese version. My LOLs told her that I was a big girl and could handle it! Umm... I'm not so sure!)

From there we visited a bit more war history at the Nyokodo Hermitage. This tiny residence was built by the Nagasaki's townspeople for the famous Christian radiologist Dr. Takashi Nagai. Although, he was bedridden from leukemia due to improper exposure to x-ray materials he continued to conduct research from his bed regarding radiation poisoning. (And, if you look closely, you can see me in the picture, too!)

After a visit to the Nagasaki War Museum, a very upset stomach (there is only so much drama one can digest in one day especially when you were considered the enemy in the eyes of the Japanese and your grandfather experienced his own suffering in the Japanese prison camps), we headed to the Peace Park to view a very big traffic guard :-)

Smiles and laughter were in order, and, boy, do my LOL's and I know how to produce it!!!! The below picture is my favorite from the entire trip. As a side note, I successfully asked a French person (in Japanese, mind you) if they could speak English and if they could take the picture. They looked at me like I was a total idiot because they had no idea what I was saying.... In this case, English was a more useful language.

From there we headed to the memorial for 26 Japanese and Portuguese (or as my LOLs pronounced it poltergeist) martyrs who were crucified in Nagasaki in 1597 for not renouncing their Christian faith. Somehow, in one of my more brilliant camera-user moments, I successfully deleted all pictures pertaining to the memorial. However, I did maintain one of a very unusual church nearby.

As the sun set, we headed up one of the mountains in a cable car to experience Nagasaki's "million dollar view" or as the Japanese like to say "Light up (Nagasaki)". Then it was on to "Light up Omura Church."Dinner ended the day with a really cute origami crew team who had toothpicks as paddles.

Then it was off to bed.... I sadly learned that day, that my LOLs have considerably (and I mean considerably) more energy than I. The next morning I would also learn, that they don't like to sleep in!!!!!

I don't see the failure in this...

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Houston!

I finally got some pictures together from my trip to Houston (sorry the blog is now a bit out of order!) I hope you enjoy them. Caution: If you don't enjoy looking at really cute Clara pictures (not that I am bias or anything :-), then I recommend not watching the below video. There definitely was a trend in my subject(s).

I can't tell you how much fun I had with the Bug-a-boo (and everyone else, too!) She has changed so much since I last saw her, and talks so much too!!! She is a very smart cookie if I do say so myself. Needless to say, it was really hard leaving....

Unagi Pie Factory

Yesterday, my vice principal and school nurse decided that I needed to have a "Japanese experience" and decided to take me to the local Unagi Pie Factory during lunch period. As a refresher for you, unagi is eel in Japanese. Broiled unagi as well unagi sushi are really popular in Japan and Hamamatsu has the ideal climate to raise them. Anyway, unagi pies are the popular food souvenir from Hamamatsu. They are a tasty flaky cookie and supposedly have eel in them. I was excited to go to the factory to see if the claim was actually true. Unfortunately, no unagis were in sight at the factory (and no cameras were allowed either!) However, the robots were quite spectacular! The supposed unagi powder was a white substance that looked mysteriously like flour (not that I'm being suspicious or anything :-) I did find out that Unagi Pies have garlic in them, which leads to the slogan "A snack for nights." (How garlic and nights are connected, I am not sure!) After the factory tour, we got our picture taken with giant Unagi Pies (the left is the honey and nuts version, middle is the original, and the right is brandy flavored)... ...and ate unagi "parfaits" in the connecting cafe.

It's that time of year again -- Moving Day!

Recently I calculated that I have moved six out of the past seven summers. I assumed that maybe going to Japan would curb the annual tradition, but alas, it was not to be so. By order of the BOE, I had to move from Bentenjima (my little fishing community) to smack-dab-right-in-the-middle of Hamamatsu City. So after a wonderful trip in Houston/Orlando (pictures posted soon), and a harrowing 29 hours of trying to return to Japan, I arrived just in time. At 9:30 on Friday morning, the first wave of movers came -- some of the staff from the BOE. These guys are usually the ones who sit in an office all day pushing paperwork, but here they were ready to attack the apartment. They were great as they carried away all my unwanted (and unfittable-in-the-new-apartment furniture). Away went my bed, my desk, my table, my chairs, my dresser...did I mention that my new apartment is at least 3 times smaller than the old one? Several hours later, the professional guys arrived, and I was totally impressed! Every time I have moved Daddy has been the foreman, but even he would be jealous of the fancy equipment owned by the mover dudes. First, there was the furniture cozies. Padded wraps, you just slipped them over the furniture and they were ready to go (no old blankets necessary!) Here is my saguaro cactus wardrobe with my BOE supervisor. On a funny note -- the wardrobe ended up not fitting through the door in the new place and ended up having to be hauled off too.Once everything was adequately wrapped, the amazing truck backed up in the empty next to my complex. The platform was raised and everything was piled on from the balcony.

Then, when the wardrobe wouldn't fit out the front door of the old apartment, they decided to take it out the back way... (of course the real question is, how did it ever get into the apartment in the first place?)

After a drive across town, everything (minus the wardrobe) was brought up three flights of stairs to the new apartment, but due to its location and a very, very, big glass awning, the poor movers, had to do it the old fashion way. It felt a little cramped and a bit overwhelming, but I shouldn't have worried. The third set of movers -- my LOLs from church --arrived early the next morning with breakfast in tow! Let me tell you, these two 69 and 72-year-old ladies, respectively, are amazing. They attacked the kitchen with a vengeance, moved furniture, sorted knives (some how I ended up with over 10 really dangerous-looking knives), gave decorating advice, washed cabinets, compressed suitcases, micro-managed small spaces, stacked books.... offering more help than I could have ever imagined! When I told them how grateful my parents were that I had two Japanese mothers they replied, "We would like to imagine ourselves as your older sisters not mothers!"