I’m so tired! Today has been a long day! Fun, but long.
I’m lying on my futon right now and each time it’s much more comfortable than I expect it to be. I keep drifting off, and it’s only nine o’clock. Granted, I’ve been up since 6:30, but still!
First, I’m going to respond to comments:
Mom, I’ll try to make sure I keep the updates coming. Regarding the fish, at first I kinda stabbed at it with my chopsticks because I wasn’t sure what to do with it, but then we were told we could eat it with our hands, and just to pull the finds off and bite in. So I just picked it up and bit into its stomach. You don’t eat the head or the tail or the bones of that fish. If it were a smaller fish you could. It tasted pretty weird. There wasn’t a lot of meat in it and the entire belly was full of eggs. Kind-of disturbing, but when in Rome!
Shaun, I want to the onsen twice today. Yessssssssssss.
This morning we were greeted by a lovely rainbow outside the window of the room where we were eating breakfast. I really like Japanese breakfast. Rice, miso soup, nori, egg, a bit of salad, pickles, some fish... There were also these little meatballs, some dumpling things, and grapefruit wedges. Beats the heck out of cereal.
After that we had 3 more hours of Japanese class. ;A;
Iris and I and a couple other people from our class yesterday moved up to the more advanced Japanese class today. It was challenging, but it was worth it. I could still mostly follow what was going on, and it was an actual challenge so it didn’t feel like I was wasting my time.
After class we had a break for lunch. Is there something about Thursdays in Japan? It seemed like most of the restaurants, and the souvenir shop, on the main drag outside our hotel were closed. There were also a lot more Japanese tourists today. Is September 1 a holiday I didn’t know about?
After walking over a couple blocks, several of us found a mom-and-pop-looking restaurant that served mostly curry dishes. I got katsu curry rice, Shaun! Yummmm.
We met up at our ryokan and then met our tour guides for a tour of Inuyama and a couple of its museums.
On the way we ran into some re-enactors. I forgot who they all said they were, but relatives of Oda Nobunaga and Tokugawa Ieyasu (I think. Those are the only famous Japanese historical figures I know the names of... I don’t even remember if they belong in the same era, so I might be totally wrong about this. Shaun? Anyone?) The tour guides wanted to take a picture of us with them. One of the girls on our program got someone to take one with her camera, too, so hopefully I’ll get to see it eventually. I do have this picture of them by themselves that we were able to take later, though.
Our first stop was the town hall, where we went into a room and practiced 書道 (shodou), calligraphy. Our teacher had been a calligraphy artist for sixty years. She’d done calligraphy performances all over the world, in the US and the UK. She was really fascinating. I don’t think I ever understood why anyone would want to do calligraphy before today.
She had us writing 愛 (ai), the character for love. She explained that she chose “love” because it was a word we would always need. The character could be used to express “to love someone” or “to be loved by someone” or “liking something” or “thinking something is cute”. She challenged us to really put our feeling of 愛 into writing it, and that that was more important than the correctness of the strokes. She demonstrate by writing big, on the white board, using her entire arm, a very stylized version of 愛。At one point, going around the room as we were practicing, she suggested we try writing it in a single breath. I must have made a scared face because she and her interpreter and some of the volunteers started laughing and said “You can just try, you don’t have to do it!”
She walked around and commented on people’s 愛, saying they needed to be stronger, or less tentative, things like that. She corrected my posture, holding my arm out and moving my hand so that each stroke had a kind of “flick” at the end of it. I felt like I was feeling the mojo more. I still didn’t like the way mine looked, but one of the volunteers told me it looked good, that it looked about as good as a normal Japanese person’s attempt would look. That made me appreciate our teacher’s sixty-some-odd years of 書道 experience more. When we see calligraphy exported here to the US we really only see the masters’ work, you know? It’s hard to appreciate what normal handwriting and stuff looks like.
After we used up all of our practice paper and did one we hopefully liked most on nice paper, we put them all up on the window sill and the board in front of the room. Our teacher looked at them all and said they were very good for the short amount of time we’d had. She said that, just like love, even though we were all writing the same character, none of them were the same. She told us we should try to write 愛 again throughout our lives because while are love was young now, it would change shape and form in our 30s and our 40s.
I know it sounds weird, but the whole experience was strangely beautiful. It was probably just because we were talking about love and I’m a huge sap. But it makes me reconsider taking 書道 at Nanzan.
(Readers, if there are any of you other than Shaun and my mom, does the Japanese I keep using bother you? If it does, let me know.)
After the calligraphy we moved on to various museums within Inuyama. We saw several things, like this float that would have been pulled and pushed by people. It was three floors high and would have been wheeled around to festivals. The bottom would have been full of musicians, and the top floor had several marionette-style puppets. In the middle, hidden by a curtain, would have been the puppet operators. Our guide explained that there weren’t any steering wheels, so when they wanted to turn the cart, people would have just had to push really hard on one side or the other.
After that we saw a demonstration of the puppets. Basically four guys are standing under the curtain, pulling different strings and levers, and making the puppet do each of its motions. This one was some alcohol sprite or something like that. So he drinks sake, walks around, has a fan he can open and close, and his face turns red when he gets drunk. I took a video, but it doesn't seem to work and I'm too lazy to put it up on YouTube.
Another thing we saw in the museum that I thought was pretty cool was these tea-serving puppets. They were wind-up toys where you could put a cup of tea on their little plate and they’d roll forward and offer it to the guest. Keep in mind that this is from the Edo period.
We stuck our heads in a place where the reenactors had been hanging out. Inside there was a bunch of samurai armor. They let us try on one paper kabuto hat.
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After that we went to Inuyama castle. It’s apparently the oldest castle in Japan, and still has all of its original foundation and stuff. It’s not a world heritage site yet, but our tour guide made it sound like they were working on it. Outside there was a shrine, but we didn’t have time to really stop there and figure out shrine procedure.
It’s hard to see from this picture, but the stairs are really steep. It’s to keep attackers from making their way up into the castle.
Also, as you can kind-of see in this model of the structure, there aren’t nails holding together the foundation. Instead, everything’s notched together, like lincoln logs. It gives it flexibility in earthquakes and other kinds of disasters. Our tour guide pointed out that since it’s still standing, that’s probably a pretty good testament to how well it works.
From the top of the castle there was an amazing view.
Do you see the grey cloudy tall tours behind the small hill in the background? That’s Nagoya.
Here’s our hotel!
For dinner, we boarded a boat and had dinner!
Then we watched cormorant fishing. I’d never heard of it before. When I first read about it in our orientation packet I just assumed that meant we’d watch wild birds swooping around and diving in the water for fish. Turns out, people actually use the cormorant to fish.
I couldn’t understand the explanation because it was in Japanese, but it looks like the cormorants have ropes around their necks, and the ropes are tied to the prow of the fishing boat. The cormorants dive in the water for fish, and then the fisherman pulls them up onto the boat, squeezes their necks, and they cough up the fish.
It seems kind-of cruel to me, to be honest. I think this is the part the guy was explaining away in Japanese, so I don’t know whether it actually hurts them or not. I know they feed the birds pretty well after they use them to catch fish. A woman at the tourist shop next to the river gave us all free copies of a manga about cormorant fishing. Maybe when my Japanese is better I’ll be able to figure out what the deal is. It was kind of a weird experience, to be honest.
After that we got a nice view of Inuyama Castle at night.
With that I’ll leave you all for now.
おやすみ！oyasumi! (good night!)
Wow Shannon! You have done and seen so much already! We love you! --Mom
ReplyDeleteI can't watch any of your videos. :( What are they?
ReplyDeleteWe did a little calligraphy exercise in my Japanese class last year, and my professor kept mentioning how you could express feelings with the calligraphy. I wrote 犬 because it was easy and I made it have really tall legs and she was like "Big dog!"I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing, but it definitely didn't look like a chihuahua, I guess. ^^;
So that 愛 story is really cool. I'd be interested to see what yours looked like. I'll have to try writing 愛 too, if I can figure out the stroke order...