Waiting for Christmas

I am waiting for Christmas.  To be fair, I am always waiting for Christmas.  I have spent most of my life waiting for Christmases, most of the time to great success.  Strangely enough, I would say that my most memorable Christmases also happen to be the ones that felt the least Christmasy of all.  There was swimming in an outdoor pool in Kuala Lumpur when I was 10.  Then there was Christmas mass in Thailand where I passed out down a couple of cement steps at age 18.  And then Christmas in Cuzco, Peru with the Nativity Market and small children with big fireworks at age 20.  Then there was the Big Buddha of Kamakura and a Tokyo dance-off last year, age 22.  As magical and memorable as all of those experiences were, I was waiting for Christmas, and it never came.

So this year I am waiting for a Christmas two years coming.  Add the fact that I will be family-less for the first Christmas of my entire life, and you can bet I am doing everything in my power to make sure it gets here as promised.

1. Christmas music?  Check.  I have replaced every single Sean Paul, techno, and ABBA song on my iPhone with 4.11 GB of Christmas music.  For your information, that is 2.6 DAYS of Christmas music.  Yep, definitely "check".
2. Baked goods?  Check.  I bought a real oven(!!!) and have been baking enough to feed a congregation and keep my apartment at a reasonable temperature.  (SmittenKitchen's Banana Bread and James Beard's Amazing Persimmon Bread are my two recent faves, the fact that I can top off my hot chocolate with the leftover bourbon notwithstanding.)
3. Christmas tree?  .....ummm, check?  My Charlie Brown Christmas Tree is standing proudly (as proudly as a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree can stand) in the center of my table giving my apartment a true Indie Christmas charm.
4. Christmas cheer?  Oh yeah, in spades.  I have always had more Christmas cheer than the average person, and this year I am sharing the wealth, whether they want it or not.  Aside from showing up to school every morning smiling at the Hanson Christmas song in my headphones, I made Christmas cards with the special ed class today, am making Christmas cookies with my English club tomorrow, am going to help run a high school Christmas party on Thursday, and will go up to Wajima this weekend to help Katy's HS English Club prepare a traditional Thanksgiving/Christmas dinner.  And that is just this week.  Next week is more cookies, two elementary school Christmas parties, caroling for charity, and an orphanage Christmas party.  I love it.
5. Christmas presents?  Check check check.  Katy, Karen, Creighton, and I went to Takayama, Gifu last Saturday for an afternoon of Christmas shopping for presents that are once again legal for me to mail to the United States.  Woooo!

Though I have yet to make a red and green paper chain, I would say that this year I am doing a fantastic job of waiting for Christmas.

And I even had the good sense to buy myself an early Christmas present with which to document all of this waiting.  ;)  That's right.  I, having lived camera-less since August, have finally gone out and gotten myself a camera.  And what a camera it is.  Oh boy.  It is a Canon G12, and by far the most beautiful piece of technology I have ever owned.   I am looking forward to some serious bonding time during my upcoming Tokyo vacation.  More on my grand plans for said vacay at a later date.  In the mean time, some documented Christmas cheer: photos from our Takayama excursion, with a brief stop at a charming cafe outside of Shirakawa-go.

 pretty mountains and trinkets from the charming cafe, including a pair of Maggie's socks - functional and organic

After a brief pause, we were off to Takayama again to enjoy (repeatedly) sampling the soy-sauced, grilled mochi kebabs, wander up and down a street of lovely traditional shop after lovely traditional shop, try my camera out on the scenery (wouldja look at that cloud definition?!), and generally have a lovely time.

After a hard day of shopping, we needed a little ramen to replenish our Christmas cheer before a little frolicking on Main Street.  The third photo is, apparently, three interpretations of the misheard instruction, "Pretend you're French." 

All in all it was a perfectly lovely day followed by a perfectly lovely evening full of snacks of every shape and size including a rather questionable looking paté, the requisite Christmas viewing of "Love Actually", just a little bourbon-laced hot chocolate, and Christmas cheer, in spades.

 

McCarrons in Japan: The Reunion

This entry is a few months late in coming, but I hope you will forgive me.  To quote a recent facebook post of my brother's (thank you Newsfeed for doing my stalking for me), "Sometimes there are too many stories... happening to take the time to write some."  Better late than never though, so here goes the beginning of The McCarrons in Japan.

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.