It all started with a Christmas cookie filled reunion at Narita Airport outside Tokyo on Decemeber 23rd. My father had managed to carry a plate (the original Christmas themed Dixie) of Tracey's Christmas cookies all the way from Minnesota to Tokyo. Tracey, resident Christmas Cookie Queen, makes a plate of Christmas cookies every year. And every year, I wait with anticipation for the moment that I can snatch a handful. The lemon bars (pictured) are my favorites. Needless to say, I was delighted by the surprise and happily consumed all but the smallest crumbs as we waited for my lovely mother to arrive.
We waited in one of the ubiquitous Starbucks. My eyes, still trained by Kanazawa to pick out a foreigner a mile away, were having a hard time keeping up with the deluge. As I watched the crowds pass though, one man in particular stuck out. He looked familiar. As I stared at him with inappropriate intensity, I realized how I knew him. We had taken a couple of Educational Studies courses together at Macalester, of course. I went over to say hello. We helpfully reminded each other of our names (Chris, I knew it was something Scandinavian), and it turns out he was here visiting family for the winter vacation. Sometimes it is a small small world.
Mom and I managed to keep the reunion tears to a minimum, and soon we headed off to the Rogers's house where we would stay for the next five days.
Photos from December 24th, spent wandering around the greater Shinjuku area.
Keio Plaza Hotel - home of the JET Orientation for 20 years running
Tokyo City Hall aka Gotham City
He found the waterfall. : )
a different view of Tokyo, just behind City Hall
nice dragon faucet at a temple tucked behind the shanty town tucked behind City Hall... this is Tokyo
Notice the woman in full on traditional bridal wear in the back. We were too sheepish to go ask her for a photo.
That's a lot of balls.
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