"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." -Dr. Seuss
This is a compilation of
my goodbyes.
{I said goodbye to my Chocolate apartment too, but there aren't any pictures of that.}
Goodbye to the Kawamoto family.
I'll always have a home in Japan
because of you, Akemi.
You feed me just as many goodies as my mama does.
...Boy, it sure seems like I'm always eating, here in Japan.
Oh, guess I am.
Goodbye, Kakogawa Ward.
You showed me the same Gospel I grew up with
from a refreshing perspective.
Goodbye, my Aussie gals.
You sent me messages asking me how my classes went, warning me about weather changes, inviting me out to explore Japan with you.
Lauren, Kat, Vera,
I'm coming for Christmas one year.
Be ready.
The "Ghost Trees",
so rightfully named by Lauren.
The spirits of fallen samurai
wander amongst the shadows
of the illuminated Arashiyama bamboo forest...
Or maybe it's just the stray cats.
I'm going to step forward,
gathering all that I learned from
studying abroad,
and become the wonderful person
I dream to be.
"We're fools, whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance." -Japanese Proverb
The leaves are dancing,
like butterflies in the wind,
showing their reds and golds.
We humans mirror them,
using the wind in our flutes,
dancing in our autumn wardrobes.
Kat & I went to Gion on Wednesday,
and caught the shichi-go-san,
the Seven-Five-Three Ages festival for children.
{Want your heart melted? Watch toddlers run around in kimonos.}
Our real purpose, though,
was to see the geisha and maiko dance.
In all my trips to Kyoto,
I'd never seen a real geisha before.
I don't think I blinked once
the entire performance.
Gion Odori (lit. Gion Dance)
tells the story of a woman
whose life is spared by a demon,
and she must fetch him a gift in return for his "kindness".
There was a live orchestra
of shamisen players
and tayu (chanters).
My favorite character,
the demon Ibaraki
{played by a woman}.
Demon Ibaraki
and his minions,
the stolen maiko children.
A maiko is an apprentice geisha. You can differentiate between them from
the maiko's long sleeves,
tail-like obi belts,
high geta shoes,
forked nape makeup,
and elaborate hair ornamentation
{not to mention their hair styles & color schemes}.
Maikos are more decorated than their geisha masters,
like adolescents and adults.
I get to visit Kyoto
two more times
before I leave Japan.
If I don't make it back to America this December... ...it's because I'm in training to be a geisha.
"If thou art merry, praise the Lord with singing, with music, with dancing, and with a prayer of praise and thanksgiving." -Doctrine & Covenants 136:28
Light the lanterns, friends!
Summer has arrived,
and so have the festivals!
Of course,
Japan parties all-year-round,
but summertime is the height of it all. ヘ(^_^ヘ)(ノ^_^)ノ☆
There's just SO MUCH CULTURE
everywhere you look.
And even though Japan
is slightly overrun with foreigners...
the Japanese stay true to their culture
every blessed year.
...For the most part, atleast.
Staying in a Japanese-style inn {a ryokan}
was a fantastic experience.
It really got us into the
"Japanese mood"
and prepped us for the festival.
The costumes were so outstanding to look at.
...Especially the miniature-sized ones.
The boy in blue is a kappa {turtle} demon.
The boy in green is a lilypad.
The parade lasted all morning.
The sun was hot,
the costumes heavy.
These kiddies deserved bucket-loads of ice cream.
Some of the floats
were so tall,
they had to have men
steady the swaying tops with ropes.
Young musicians sat in the floats
and played as the parade moved along,
filling the streets with traditional folk music.
Some of the floats
can weigh over 26,000 pounds
and need over 35 attendants to pull/push them.
Each float
was pulled down the street,
across the river {there's a bridge},
and onto the sacred grounds of Yasaka Shrine
to purify against pestilence and disasters for another year.
We crossed the river as well,
and spotted the Minami-za, the Kabuki theater of Kyoto.
We also found the statue of Izumo no Okuni,
a woman who danced and sang in dry riverbeds
and developed the art of kabuki.
To escape the crowds,
we turned down the by-night-Geisha-street
and found the Kennin-ji,
the oldest Zen temple in Kyoto.
It was incredibly peaceful,
with its raked pebble gardens,
nightingale floorboards
and quiet atmosphere.
And at the end of the path,
we found two beautiful dragons
twisting magnificently on the ceiling
in an eternal black-and-white dance.
After eating a ton of festival food
{karage: fried chicken, kakikoori: snow cones, sushi, Godiva chocolates...}
we decided to dine at a little Italian restaurant
across the street from our ryokan.
We wanted to stay forever,
just eating the chef's handmade lasagna for the rest of eternity,
but the clock reminded us
we had to go home.
Kyoto is so gorgeous,
and so overflowing with culture,
if you're ever feeling whimsical,
