Somewhere in the heart of Shinjuku lies my stomach.
Where seedless grapes rest on cream cakes. Where chocolate is not diabetic.
Where I can tolerate sliced bananas.
Where table toppings can be edible.
I end my week-long sabbatical with a fond memory. Saves me the calories.
One of the first delicious meals I ate in Japan was okonomiyaki, or Japanese pan-fried pizza.
They say it is poor man’s food because you can put anything in it. The staples are flour, cabbages, eggs and possibly taro. All the rest can be anything you have in your kitchen.
Reminded me so much of a friend who [...]
For now, I will let happy memories of Kyoto and Osaka flood me. Vendo machines everywhere, this one in a public pool. Beautifully-crafted trees like there is no need to buy bonzais. Bicycles I never learned to ride. Books cheap enough for anyone to buy and read. Rice fields right beside homes in the city. [...]
I could not hide my excitement.
I woke up at 6 even with only 4 hours of sleep. I drooled to an hour sleep during the flight when I could not handle the exhaustion anymore. I was up and about, bright-eyed and raring to get out of the airplane to welcome the place I have loved at [...]