BLUE COUP D’ETAT

Impressions, unexplained recollections all out of order. . .

Touring the shrines of Kamakura, kimonos and wedding parties, trains, surfers, big buddha, hi-tech wonderland composed of squares, the great bridges of Yokohama that look like enoromous string instruments (maybe violins or guitars), kindness upon kindness upon kindness, the people are amazing here and I am blessed with good friendships with good people, home cooking and monja in Ginza (you fry it yourself, Koubuchi-cun did the honors very skillfully, a collection of sea food and meat and vegetables with a starchy liquid, exquiste, smokey, makes your clothes smell but absolutely worth it), cute little Touko-chan, I will post pictures, great breakfast and broken languages that are no barrier courtesy of Tomoko’s mom, both grandmothers full of sweet sentiment and love, father is the model of courtesy and humor, Ayako shopping for a jacketo for Touko-chan, searching for Koubuchi-cun in Barney’s, buying sweet rolls in Ginza for the family, talking long but not long enough with Keiko, Touko-chan playing and squirming all around during dinner and then she likes to run and run and run, so much smiling my cheeks hurt, long pleasant train ride to Fujisawa, walking the narrow winding streets and looking at the nice houses, a honeycomb of humanity, listening to converstations that I can’t understand but comprehend the feeling fully, the smiles, the humor, the love, Tomoko has a great family, eating dinner with some of her friends, Belgi food (Belgian Japanese style smalls dishes with a Hoegaarden to wash it down), kind friends speaking English for my benefit except one who showed up late and a little drunk and happy, I like listening anyway, talk plenty at home, be well all, more later.