Blissed out

Being here produces an almost constant high for me.  It’s allowed me to appreciate the drizzly days and foggy nights happening recently in Kyoto as being as beautiful and welcome as the sunny bright days. It’s admiring the magnificence of a huge polished wood counter when out for dinner at a neighborhood restaurant and the elegant perfection of an old machiya.

It’s the almost constant delight taken in Japanese design and the surprises waiting for me each time I leave my building.

diorama made from silk cocoons.
antique case in front of shop holding bonsai

It’s feeling completely at one with my surroundings, of releasing into the moment.  It’s visiting with friends and being grateful for their enrichment of my life. It’s going to a big Ikenobo display, feeling a bit underwhelmed, then suddenly concentrating on a small piece of the arrangement and watching the small miracles of a single flower come into focus. Continue reading “Blissed out”

My ( Granddaughter’s )Obsession with 7-Eleven!

I thought it would be interesting to get a different take on Japan than mine from my 12 year old granddaughter.  When she agreed to blog, I thought she was just being accomodating, but sure enough, she wrote as a guest blogger.

My Obsession With 7-Eleven

By Lulu Marsetti, Age 12

My name is Lulu Marsetti and I have a slight obsession with 7-Eleven. This past week I have been in Kyoto, Japan. The first couple of days I stayed in my grandparents apartment, Right around the corner from a 7-Eleven. It was awesome. And let me just say that Japanese 7-Eleven is not the same as American 7-Eleven. The first day, we went down to check it out. I took one look at it and went: “OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING.” Then I proceeded to run around like a chicken with its head cut off. “Look at this! Look! Wow! OH MY GOD! AAAAAAH!” I ran over to look at the breakfast section and then… I spotted them. Pre-packaged PANCAKES! “Wow!” I thought to myself, “I have never seen anything like this!” I grabbed them along with a small bag of fruit cocktail and a milk tea in a carton. I brought them back to the apartment and ate in silence.

P.S.  Let me add that this was the first of MANY trips to our neighborhood 7-Eleven!