It's weird when I go on a fairly brief trip and after I get home I start *missing* stuff.
I want to wander into someplace and hear someone who is paying just about zero attention to me or to anyone else call out nasally, "Irashaimasseeeeeeeeeee."
I want to watch five passengers AND all their luggage for three days fit jovially into a cab and zoom off.
I want mochi. At least that's what my coworker tells me they are called. The bean paste things.
I want to square dance to someone who says "reft arremande".
I want to get kissed on the head by a dragon.
I want to ride a subway with two full-color flat-screen displays over each door, one running ads and one spelling out the station name three different ways and diagramming how many minutes to the following stations and showing a picture of exactly which cars, in this next station, will pull up next to stairways.
I want prewarmed moist hand towels presented to me before each meal.
I want to watch a couple of friends greet each other, having a brief but animated conversation while bobbing up and down between about thirty and forty-five degrees off the vertical -- never once standing all the way up -- looking happy as clams.
I want to coax a semi-wild cat into letting me scritch him.
Ah, travel. Sometimes I recognize just a few more of the good bits after I've returned home.
I want to wander into someplace and hear someone who is paying just about zero attention to me or to anyone else call out nasally, "Irashaimasseeeeeeeeeee."
I want to watch five passengers AND all their luggage for three days fit jovially into a cab and zoom off.
I want mochi. At least that's what my coworker tells me they are called. The bean paste things.
I want to square dance to someone who says "reft arremande".
I want to get kissed on the head by a dragon.
I want to ride a subway with two full-color flat-screen displays over each door, one running ads and one spelling out the station name three different ways and diagramming how many minutes to the following stations and showing a picture of exactly which cars, in this next station, will pull up next to stairways.
I want prewarmed moist hand towels presented to me before each meal.
I want to watch a couple of friends greet each other, having a brief but animated conversation while bobbing up and down between about thirty and forty-five degrees off the vertical -- never once standing all the way up -- looking happy as clams.
I want to coax a semi-wild cat into letting me scritch him.
Ah, travel. Sometimes I recognize just a few more of the good bits after I've returned home.
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Just sayin'. I'm addicted to them. they're gluten free!
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These are very cool memories, CJ - thanks for sharing them!
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ROFLMAO!!! So here's a question - is square dancing called in English in other countries? I mean, does "box the gnat" translate??
I am so impressed with your description of the subway displays. Ah, what a joy for those of us who are severely directionally-challenged.
Prewarmed moist hand towels? Geez. These folks love what I would consider luxury, don't they?
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I could get behind the prewarmed moist hand towels.
Mochi-wrapped ice cream is available at many Japanese restaurants and also at Trader Joe's. Num.
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I will second the suggestion of Ranch 99.
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O'course, all the little hints and cues that a caller can give, and the jokes, and the introductions, all that is in whatever language you can get away with.
The hand towels do seem like luxury, don't they? As do the heated toilet seats. On the other hand they don't heat their friggin' HOUSES, so they'd think we're the wasteful ones!
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I have a Mitsuwa Marketplace near my place, and I definitely enjoy going there too. Not a huge mochi fan, myself, but they have the best green tea ice cream! And *fresh* ramen!
Did you get to go to any ramen places in Japan? That'd be my dream.
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I like that icon!!
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Maybe I tried too strong a flavor. (Haagen-Dazs, I think.) The little soft-serve cones might have been a better first attempt.
I went to a few noodle places, and I guess I got some stuff like ramen. Sometimes I chose the thicker "soba" noodles. This kind of food was not common for me, though, because it's REALLY @#$!ING HARD to get it without seafood.
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Woohoo, I finally gave up and googled this Ranch 99 thing, and there is one not too far from me!
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(I'm still a little bummed you didn't wind up at Google, by the way. It would have been cool to be able to see you in person from time to time!)
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(And yeah, I'm still a bit bummed about the google thing too)
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I like it because I really used to have a manual typewriter like that, which I used constantly.
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