Last week ranged between insufferably boring and fun and exciting. After a weekend of hanging out with friends, I woke up late this morning to a breakfast of rice, natto and miso soup. Mom and I went to Yokota to sign up for a tour of Kamakura and Enoshima, which we were disappointed to find out fell on the day that I was to go out with my friends for the last time before leaving Japan. Mom saw a silver lining-- she just saved $66.
We walked down to the side of the base close to Hamura where Mom pointed out all of the old and tiny (and decrepit) buildings that used to house Americans back in the day. She was surprised to see that they still stood and people lived in them. As we walked toward Higashi Fussa, Mom commented on the fact that where all these neighborhoods and tall buildings stood there used to be fields and a singular mulberry bush from which she would pick berries on her way to school. The one house that stood along the path where she walked was so huge to her eyes, as it was perched atop a wall of stone and towered above the fields; apparently it housed an assemblyman. A small cul-de-sac now exists there. The red light district she was forbidden to go near still stands, and even at 3:30 in the afternoon there were shady characters lurking about. We hurried along to do some grocery shopping before heading home.
The most exciting discovery of the day was that hotate was on sale today. It has become my single most favorite food in the world. Mom and I both agree that we can eat it every day.
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