And they'd better, because they cost $3.50. Each.
|A normal looking, $3.50 apple.|
|And you know what? A normal tasting, $3.50 apple.|
was produced by Ridley Scott and was shot by hundreds of people who submitted their footage to the project. There is no narrator or central character, but instead hundreds of snapshots of what Japanese people were doing one year later.
There were a lot of tears shed, but not because the film was sad. In fact, most of my tears were shed because of the beauty of the human spirit. The most touching scene for me was of an older couple returning to their home, or rather, the foundation as that was all that remained. They had been camping on their lot and that day decided to give a tour of their home. "This is where our bedroom was. Over here is the living room where we have now made a shrine." The woman's voice was calm. She was not grieving, but instead moving forward. I think this was a film about happiness, even in the face of traumatic events.
|Hearts for Japan|
|Three sets of shades to cover 6 red eyes.|
The three of us made our way to Yoyogi park for a Vegan Festival! I was excited to be able to order whatever I wanted without worrying that some aquatic creature may be hiding in my food, waiting to swim around my stomach. On our way, Catherine fell in love with a handbag and I fell in love with the tiling of the store:
|Check her out|
|I'm out of puns|
We arrived at the park and found a row of vegan-friendly places:
And one very lonely hot dog stand:
|Did someone say "hot dogs???"|
We quickly discovered though that the Japanese translation of vegan is "over-priced snack food that is already vegan to begin with." Our only real food options were Indian and Thai. Which did I choose?
|That's naan of your business|
'Twas still an exciting day of people watching, and it's hard to complain when you've got a mouth full of naan. We sat for an hour or two and talked about... well I'm not really sure. It's been the first time this trip I've had the pleasure of losing track of a conversation and just being happy and comfortable with who I was with (with the exception of Taylor and Kelly). It either means I'm making friends or these two girls are really boring.
And for dessert I brought a selection of the finest Kit Kats this country has to offer. My stash has begun to run low, which will be good motivation for another hunt. They say that those who are well off are not motivated to do exceptional things. With comfort comes laziness. I have become lazy on the quest for all things Kit Kat. I am man enough to admit it. I know my dwindling supply will light the fire that once burned so deep within me.
|My version of a cheese tasting|
|Kaorina contemplating the taste of Rum Raisin.|
|Lights in Yoyogi park|
|Friends in Yoyogi Park|
The conversations continued through the night. Again, I'm not sure about what, but it was pleasant. I do know we discussed plans for Halloween, which is rapidly approaching. Andrea suggested going to a club he was invited to, so as of now, that's the tentative plan. I need to figure out what mashup costumes will translate into Japanese culture as I would hate to let down the tradition.
Some ideas floating around:
Poké-mon- You know, like a Jamaican Pokémon, mon!