Beer, Costumes, Lederhosen, and Sausages.

It was a bright and sunny Friday morning that saw us heading over to the Sendai International Centre on our bikes. The day was September 23^rd and we all had the day off to observe Autumnal Equinox Day, Japan’s most straightforward and no-nonsense holiday. What do we do on Autumnal Equinox Day? Well, we take note that it is the autumnal equinox. What do you mean, you wanted to visit family graves and hold family reunions? Does this look like Vernal Equinox Day to you??

Nico's Tanjō-bi!

Now that I have reached the ripe old age of 22 I definitely feel that old-agey kinda wisdom seeping into me. I expect most of my blog posts from now on to be full of thoroughly considered reflections and hints of cynicism. Kelsey 's been dealing with old age a lot longer than I, which probably explains why she wanted to co-author this post with me; got to show me the ropes, and all that.

One Becomes Two Part 2

Konnichiwa!

Me in Sendai!

It’s Kelsey here! I’m in Japan; can you believe it? There are still days when I wake up and need to register that I’ll be living in a foreign country for the next year!  I’ve been in Sendai for over two weeks now, but I’ve done so much in that short period of time that it feels like much longer than that.  To be honest, I don’t even know where to start with this blog post! I suppose I’ll just ramble on for a little while! J

Downtown Sendai is full of covered walkways - very nice on rainy days!

Within the first few days of arriving in Japan, it became clear to me how obvious it was that I’m a foreigner.  Although I was undoubtedly aware of it while living in Canada, coming to Japan has reminded me just how incredibly multicultural Canada truly is. Biking and walking around with Nico involves countless stares from the locals, most of them directed towards my big curly hair and our blue eyes. I have already had a number of inquiries from the locals asking if my hair is naturally curly or if I perm it; the look of disbelief that crosses their faces when I tell them it’s naturally this way never gets old to me! How can something as simple as having curly hair be so intriguing to someone?!  I guess I’ll never quite understand.

Speaking of things I'll never understand...

The language barrier between us and the locals always makes for an adventure of some kind. All of the locals here are aware that we can’t speak Japanese, yet they can’t communicate in any other language! What inevitably happens is the reliance on body language to convey a message, mostly hand gestures and pointing. I wonder what goes through the cashier’s mind as he or she speaks to me in Japanese and I simply stare at them, with zero comprehension of what they are saying. Nico and I have begun the process of getting a tutor to give us Japanese lessons once a week. Tomorrow is our first lesson, actually! We figure that if we’re here for a year we might as well learn how to order food and ask where the washroom is!

Nico has trouble finding washrooms too.

Speaking of food, I have been eating very well since I arrived. To be perfectly honest, I haven’t even had sushi since coming here! Shameful, I know. Italian food is very popular here, and since Nico and I both love Italian food (and he IS half-Italian, after all), we’ve been enjoying the comforts of home in the form of pasta, Caesar salad, and minestrone soup! Mmm! We’ve also found a quaint Thai restaurant that not only serves amazing food, but has a wonderful and homey ambiance, complete with authentic Thai décor, music, and even a video of Thailand playing in the background. While eating, you’re transported to Thailand - how awesome is that?

Delicious Thai... Mmmmm....

Canadian Crab Whiskey - just like home!
:P

Happy customers!

While there are some comforts of home that I miss already, namely garlic pickles, being able to read every menu and sign that I encounter, and having air conditioning blasted wherever I go in the summer months (did I mention how humid it is here?), I am having a wonderful time so far. I’ve already been challenged, stretched, and terrified in one way or another. Someone once told me that everyone should do one thing a day that scares them: I guess waking up in Japan covers that!

150 dollars for french fries is pretty scary.

As some of you know, I started a job last week at a place called Primary that, contrary to its name, is a private school for adults who want to improve their English. Currently, I am only a part-time worker, but I prefer it for now as I am still getting accustomed to living in Japan. So far I have taught four lessons; two private one-on-one lessons and two group lessons with three students. The evaluations from the students have been positive so far, and I’m hoping to keep that up! After all, it’s in the students’ hands whether or not I am promoted to a full-time position! When I was younger I considered the possibility of being a teacher, but that was a dream I left long ago. Although teaching is not my desired long-term career, it has been quite exciting and liberating to stand in front of a room with students and be completely in charge for an hour. This whole Japan thing is one big adventure after the next: I’m meeting the challenges head-on!

Interview Day! (I did not wear those flip flops)

That’s all I can think to write for now, especially as this is supposed to be the second half of Nico’s last blog (sorry for the delay!). There are no new pictures for this blog, but we will be writing another one tonight about our more recent adventures, complete with new pictures!

Bye for now!

             Midnight
             snacking!

One becomes two, and a bunch of other stuff happened too.

Japan has some pretty unique wildlife, and coming from Canada it is easy to be surprised, even frightened, when you encounter one for the first time. One such creature is little-mentioned on television or in books or on the internet, but it has a nasty habit of infiltrating your kitchen and eating all of your bread and peanut butter; often together in a twisted, almost sandwich-like, arrangement.

What's For Dinner?

I have been told in the past that I talk about food - specifically food that I eat - quite a bit in conversations with others. My working hypothesis is that this might have something to do with the fact that I really enjoy eating food, but the jury is still out. Part of the reason I was excited to visit Japan was the cuisine, which also happened to be part of the reason I was a little anxious to come over. While it's easy to say, when asked where you'd like to go to dinner; "I like Japanese. Why not that?", it's a little harder to declare that "my entire diet is Japanese food and I have little choice in the matter".

Donuts! But Japanese!

Luckily I live in one of Japan's largest cities, which means that I avoid the oft-cited pitfall of never being able to eat "Western" food. Cereal is weird, but it's there. Bread, yup. Peanut butter is expensive, but it's available. You get the picture. Sendai has a lot of foreign food shops, like "Jupiter", "Kalbi", and "Yamaya", which are great for satisfying any cravings you might have for less Japanese food. There's a large Yamaya by my house, which I tend to go to almost as much as my grocery store. I'm still transitioning, okay?

Peanut butter. Oh yes.

The fact that I work at a night school doesn't lend itself to culinary adventures, either. Dinner is usually the meal that I put the most effort in, and being served it at school five days a week means that the only chance I have to don my chef's hat is on the weekend. Which also happens to be the time I usually choose to eat out.

Matt makes good sushi. I do not.

Speaking of eating out, that's another great thing about Sendai. Restaurants are everywhere, as befits a city. Most of them cater heavily to the locals, and by that I mean they are very difficult to navigate without speaking Japanese. It's a lot easier to tackle these kinds of places when in groups, which is why I usually wait until the weekend to eat out. There are restaurants with English-speaking staff and menus to be found, however, and you've found yourself a gem if that place also happens to serve good food. One such place is Kame House (which will be described in detail either because of its prominence amongst Sendai restaurants or because it's the only one I went to with my camera; you decide). 

Kame = Turtle. Turtle House! No turtles were around, however.

Kame House is cool on the inside. 

Kame House has a reputation amongst the foreigner community in Sendai for being a great place to get a burger if the craving for one hits you while you are still unwilling to go to McDonalds. The atmosphere is great, the prices aren't too steep, and communicating with the staff isn't an issue. And did I mention they serve burgers? What more could you ask for?

...presumably after it rubs the lotion on its skin.

Happy Burger indeed!

Kame House gets 10/10, but I might have to dock points if it insists on being on the other side of the subway line. 

...I like talking about food, okay?

Two albums were used for today's post, so I will link one here (the iPhone picture album I regularly update) and the other here.

This is the enemy I was sent to fight.

Chopper goes Volunteering

Last Friday I had the opportunity to go out and do some volunteering work with another veteran JET here in Sendai. The location we visited was a YWCA, which was hosting a sort of day camp thing for children in the area.

Cute sign!

The veteran JET I was with suggested that, since we would be working with children, we wear costumes for the visit. Not a bad idea at all, except for the fact that the only convincing costume I possess is that of a completely lost foreigner, and it sweats terribly. Luckily the Sendai Board of Education was able to provide me with a costume! They said they had a "Chopper" costume lying around that might fit me and, in no position to be picky I said I'd take it despite having no idea what "Chopper" was. I assumed it was some kind of scissor-monster, or perhaps a friendly helicopter. What I got was a little different. Chopper is a character from a Japanese comic book series who is a human/reindeer hyrbid that works as a doctor (I think). And he wears a funny hat.

Our work at the YWCA really just consisted of hanging out and interacting with the children (who are super adorable) while they participated in activities ranging from learning how to mime, stretching, listening to stories, making crushed ice, eating lunch, etc. Generally they were all elementary school-aged but there was one there who was only five years old. The other JET and I weren't in the spotlight until 1PM, at which point we led the class in an English lesson. The children and supervisors were all very interested in us, however, so we got a fair bit of attention before then anyway. The time allotted to us for the lesson was bumped up from 30 minutes to an hour at the last minute, leaving us to do a fair bit of improvisation with the lesson plan. We were teaching about the parts of the body and did a mixture of vocab repition and activities like Simon Says and Hokey Pokey. The rest of the time we more or less filled up with games, and do those kids ever tire you out. By the end I was ready for naptime (which never came). Technically speaking this was the first class I taught in Japan, and to say the least I never envisioned it featuring me jumping around and shouting "HEAD" in a reindeer costume, but it was a lot of fun nonetheless. 

Some people didn't get the memo regarding costumes.

By the end of the day the kids had mostly forgotten all the words, but in their defense I can't remember how to say "head" in French either. Or Japanese.

Settling into Sendai II

Hello, house!

So it's August the 18th and I've been at my job for two weeks now (technically 18 days, but nothing before the 4th really counts)! They say the worst thing you can do when coming to Japan is to have a rigid mental picture of how your life is going to be there, and they are indeed correct. That's not to say that I fell into that trap; but life here has been full of unplanned surprises, that is for sure.

You actually have to pull...

Garbage disposal is a big deal in Japan.

First on the list is simply my neighbourhood. Sendai is divided into five wards ("ku"), and I live in Wakabayashi-ku. The ward was hit hard by the events of March 11, but my immediate area is on the extreme Western part of Wakabayashi, so things around me are fairly tranquil. As mentioned before, I live near Kawaramachi station, which is in an interesting point of the city. I am more or less in the exact middle between the downtown core (three subway stops North) and the large mall area aptly named "The Mall" (three subway stops South). The surprise for me is that, as a result of this unique position, I live in a very quiet neighbourhood despite being placed in a very urban area. There are shops, restaurants, grocery stores, and banks (not to mention a great many places catering only to those who speak Japanese) like any other place in Sendai, but it's all much more quaint. I'm actually quite pleased with the area - I am close enough to everything and yet far enough away so I don't have to deal with loud sounds and busy streets. Plus there is a twenty four hour 7/11 literally on the other side of the road from my house, meaning cravings rarely go unsatisfied for long.

The road outside of my house. City of Trees, remember?

Bars in Kawaramachi prefer the "cute" angle to the "cool" one.

Kawaramachi Station!

The second big surprise was that every trip for groceries has thus far been an adventure of its own. You really take for granted, living in a place where everything is in your language, just how much reading you do on a day-to-day basis. Is this package seaweed or parsley? Who knows! There are a lot of different brands and different foods altogether here, so there's very little in the way of familiar stimuli. That being said, it's still a lot of fun, and as long as you are careful and know where to look you are fine. I still have a long way to go, but I have been cooking for myself for two weeks now without incident. 

Buranu Freku! Or something!

Yes, my first home-cooked meal in Japan was pasta. 

That's better! (still no table...)

Smores! YES!

Authentic traditional Japanese cuisine.

Also worth noting is that I spent the entirety of last week at a Sendai Board of Education-hosted orientation. A lot of the information was very helpful, since up until that point most of what I've been told was either incredibly general or just plain inapplicable. Definitely a great way to spend my first full week in Sendai, not to mention giving all of us new JETs some more time to mingle before we start working on our own. One of the orientation days was spent participating in a number of "cultural workshops", which basically meant that we spent the whole day having fun (but also working really hard, promise).

Japanese Cooking Class: Before!

Japanese Cooking Class: After!

Their largest shoe. :(

My work uniform! Or possibly a festival costume. Hard to recall....

Masters of calligraphy (yes, mine goes in the wrong direction...).

Earthquake simulator. Unpleasant.

When I finally started work at my school on the 15th I was also pleasantly surprised at everyone's friendliness, despite me being the only foreigner/illiterate person in the staff room. The vice principal (kyoto-sensei) in particular seems to forget that I don't understand Japanese. Our conversations usually follow a pattern: he says half a million words in Japanese, pauses for my comprehension, remembers that I have no idea what he is saying, laughs, and then proceeds to communicate to me with intricate gestures. Other teachers sometimes use online translators to speak to me, which is always accompanied by at least one hilarious mistranslation. That being said, it will be nice once the English teachers start showing up to work...

Sampling Sendai's famous dish - gyutan (beef tongue) - with a local.

My locker - Nikorasu!

That'll do for updates for now! Hopefully I can get into the habit of blogging little things frequently so I won't have to do these massive posts every once in a while. But I'll probably just get more busy as the weeks drag on, haha.

You can view the whole photo album here!

Bye for now!


P.S.:

Probably the coolest thing I ever won from a cereal box.

Settling into Sendai

Wednesday, August the 3rd: my final day in Tokyo!

All of us new JET employees met up with representatives of the Sendai Board of Education in the lobby of our hotel around 10AM. After that it was a short walk to Shinjuku Station - the busiest train station in the world with an average of 3.4 million passengers per day - for our trip to Sendai City on the bullet train! No pictures of the ride up, unfortunately. I was a sleepy passenger. Snapshots of the surrounding countryside would have been difficult in any case, as we were speeding away at 300 km/h for most of the ride.

Sendai Station! This is the nexus of most of the train/subway/bus
lines and thus acts as the heart of the town, with its own interior shopping area.

Sendai is a fairly big city, with its own vibrant downtown area full of high-rise buildings, shopping areas, restaurants, and busy intersections. It's no where near as big as Tokyo or even Toronto, but with over one million people it still can be called a bustling place. As far as cities goes it's actually really quite nice - the downtown area is compact and very pedestrian friendly, the people seem to be both more relaxed and also less crazy than Tokyoites, the subway system is cheap and very easy for foreigners to understand, and there's an incredible amount of tiny shops in the area just waiting to be explored. Oh, and the trees!

Trees!

More trees!

I only have pictures of the area around the station, but the take home lesson here is that Sendai loves trees, and trees are thus everywhere downtown. Or maybe it's the other way around? In any case, this explains how the city got its nickname - Mori no Miyako - which means City of Trees. But enough about the city; what about where I live??

Home sweet home!

I live just three subway stops, usually between 5 and 10 minutes, from Sendai station in an area named for its own subway station (which seems to be how they do things over here). Thus, when someone asks where I live, I say "Kawaramachi station!". It's actually quite accurate as my apartment is only a five minute walk from the subway station itself.

The entrance, from the other side.

My building stands out a fair bit on the block - it's a oddly shaped chocolate brown tower sticking out amongst the smaller and whiter buildings that surround it. There's a candy-bar related nickname just waiting to be attached to it, but I just haven't thought of it. 

Who likes elevators anyway.

It's hard to describe the entire apartment, especially with pictures, in a short amount of time. Once I am good and settled I plan on doing a video tour, but for now whatever I end up typing here and the attached album will be all we go on!

The front door, with its own little shoe-taking-off area.

Most Japanese apartments are cramped, but I lucked out in that I have a rather spacious place. The rent I end up paying is just karma, I suppose. When you enter the apartment there's a small T-shaped hallway, with the entrance at the bottom, the bathroom/shower/toilet rooms on the left point, and a door leading to the living areas on the right point.

Kitchen, living room, and bedroom, all rolled into one!

The kitchen and living room make up one area, while the bedroom is in another and divided by these nifty sliding doors. With the exception of a fridge, a futon, some blankets, a washing machine, and a few nick-nacks the Board of Education provides, the place is empty. Most people live in pre-furnished apartments and might not even notice these things, but in my apartment these things are all that separate me from a completely empty living area. Which is just eerie. Beyond the bedroom lies the balcony, and in Japan you will find that balconies are much more utilitarian than they are in the West.

You pay for location, not the view! :P

By utilitarian I mean that the idea (or even the physical reality) of lounging on your balcony and watching the sunrise is virtually non-existent here. Your balcony is for two things only, and that is drying clothes and airing out futons. Even its design - too thin for a chair, but the surrounding walls high enough to put out racks for drying without the clothes touching the ground - impose this fact on you. But I will find bar stools and I will become the one person in the neighbourhood who takes his coffee sitting out on the balcony while everyone around me hangs up their clothes or beats the dust our of their futon. Mark my words!

But, finally introduced to my apartment, it was time to go back downtown. Weren't we just there? Yes, but not only is downtown a fun place to hang out, but our arrival also lined up with the yearly Tanabata Festival. Sendai has its own section on that page, so you know it is a big deal. And it is!

The interior of Sendai station.

The whole town is covered in these colourful decorations at this time. The festival also brings a great many people to Sendai to visit, so downtown was much more crowded than usual.

More decorations!

The meaning behind the festival is rather complex, and I have yet to be given a comprehensive answer by anyone. What I do know is that it involves a love story related to the meeting of two stars in the night sky. The rest must remain a mystery for now!

One of these things is not like the others!

The spirit downtown during this time is great, however. There are tons of people, but they are all friendly and genuinely excited for the festivities. A lot of the people whip out their traditional Japanese clothing for this time, adding even more to the atmosphere. 

Walking through the covered shopping area near the station. 

A different covered walkway near the station!

On Friday night the festival had its official kick-off with a massive fireworks show. And we're talking massive, people. They like their fireworks, those Japanese do. So much so, that they pack the streets over their maximum capacity to just get a view of the fireworks!

Remember when I said there were a lot more people than usual?

Things like this extended back very far in  all directions.

Despite the crowds, it was a great thing to see. And what a way to spend your first night downtown in a new city! The other JETs I met up to visit downtown with and I were all getting pretty hungry at this point, so we decided to find a place to eat a little before the end of the fireworks in hopes of beating the crowds. After a lot of searching (it's hard to find something everyone likes for ten people), we settled on an okonomiyaki restaurant. If you are like me and you are thinking "what the heck is okonomiyaki?" the easiest way to describe it is a Japanese pancake. Except instead of sprucing up the batter with chocolate chips or blueberries, you toss in meat and veggies. Oh, and you have to cook it yourself.

Behold! Okonomiyaki!

And it actually wasn't that bad! Cooking it yourself was a lot of fun, and the tastes all mingled together wonderfully. It's not my favourite food here, but I won't hesitate to go back if offered! Astute viewers of the above photo would have also noticed a great deal of foam or "head" on our beverages. I think now is a good time to mention that the art of pouring beer has yet to take off in Japan. Servers will pour your beer directly into the cup, smiling as the drink quickly becomes half foam, and wonder if foreigners' faces' always look that downtrodden. 

I think we'll end my Sendai update here. I have a lot more pictures and experiences to share, but here seems as good a place as any to break. It has yet to really dawn on me that I'll be spending a year living here, but I definitely got lucky when I was assigned to live in Sendai!

As always, you can view the entire album for today's post here.

See you all at my next update!