Crossing The Street

When I woke up this morning, I really didnt have much of a plan. My big goal was just to get out of the hotel and see something, so after many, many minutes staring at the map and the subway guide, I decided to take a shot at getting to the Imperial Palace. It turned out that it was much easier that I had originally thought it would be. I simply had to return to the subway that brought me here and get off 2 stops later. Now, getting OUT of the subway is still a bit of a mystery to me, but soon enough I felt the cold air that told me I was going the right way.

Based on the map, I knew if I just stuck to the path around the palace, there was no way I could get lost (which is saying something considering my well know geographical retardation). Luckily, staying on the path was pretty entertaining. The Palace is spectacular, and exactly the old world Japan I was hoping to glimpse on this trip. I especially loved the polarity of the classic Japanese architechture on the backdrop of the modern Tokyo skyline. As I walked around the path, I kept noticing the Tokyo skyline. I kept wondering what was over there…but for some reason in my mind it was a forbidden land. What if I get lost? They always tell you not to cross the street when you’re a kid….What if what if what if…And so finally the lure of the buildings and the beautiful fountain was just too much for me to resist. I thought, “if I don’t cross the streen now, then when will I?”

And so, I found myself facing actual traffic for the first time in months. The closest thing to traffic I’ve felt in Rota was “rush minute” when three cars passed by at once. But, I did it…and it wasn’t that bad. Before I knew it I found myself wandering deeper into the city. I saw an inviting tunnel, and so I wandered down the stairs. I found myself in Ote Central Plaza. There wasnt much, but there were some cool looking restaurants, and even though I wasn’t really hungry, I decided to eat anyway, because why not?
When I walked into the restaurant, I was immediately confused again. The hostess sat me at a table with another woman, which seems to be customary here. I ordered “number 24” because it said raw tuna, and that always sounds good. The food was amazing, and came out really quickly. But the best part was the group in the dojo room. They were clearly celebrating, but when they stood up to leave the fun really began. One gentleman couldnt find his shoes, and 2 others couldnt find their balance. The ladies just giggled as yet another gentleman continually apologized to me. I was laughing, of course, and saying “no problem,” but another equilibrium challanged gentleman also started apologizing. He told me he was Peruvian, slurred to me for a few minutes, welcomed me to Tokyo, and the lot of them stumbled out into the afternoon.
After lunch, I continued my hapless wandering, trying to stick somewhat to the original plan of the Imperial Palace tour. I wandered back in that general direction, and found that I had almost circled the entire place. I was dissappointed to find out that the museums were all closed, so instead I took a walk through a huge park. My path through the park eventually led me back to the Imperial Palace and the main roads. Even along the busy road there are statues and history to be seen. I wanted to get back before dark, so I started wandering back my original route. Along the way, I found myself just randomly smiling the kind of goofy way you do when you have a new crush. I realized, I do have a crush. This world is amazing. There are so many similarities and differences. As I relished the cold air on my cheeks and the smell of evergreen in the air, I thought of Seattle. But as soon as I thought “this feels like home,” I realized I was surrounded by people who speak an entirely different language. I also realized it will be quite some time before I call cold air and evergreen smells “home” again. Right now my home smells like the ocean and feels like a greehouse. On second thought, right now my home smells and feels like anywhere I happen to be at the moment…..

6 thoughts on “Crossing The Street

  1. I am so proud of you for adventuring like that…I do know your directional challenges, but in your genes somewhere is that intuitive sense of where to go-I'm glad you're finding it. Maybe museums tomorrow?

  2. First, they take your order. Second, they send somebody to go catch a tuna. Then, they bleed it and gut it and cut it into stakes and place it on a plate and garnish it to make the presentation such that you will not be bothered by the wait. It's all reasonable; ordering FRESH tuna presupposes wait time.

  3. WOW! I can't believe you did this, but then again why am I so surprised? To me you have always been someone that is supposed to travel and be out there. You are not supposed to stay in one place for too long. I wish I had the balls like you do. I would be so scared. I'm proud of you! I hope you have a ton of fun, but be safe! I'll be reading your updates so keep them coming!

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