Japan Part 2

Our second stop was Koenji, Tokyo, a neighborhood known for its underground music and art scene. 

Bed & Art hotel  had only 2 rooms, both with original art by local artists. Ours was called Into the Foreign and was covered in countless paintings of colorful running wolves.

We went out for my birthday meal at a sushi restaurant where no one spoke English, and so we had to point and hope that what we thought was something, would really be what we thought it was.

It was fun though. Afterwards, we went looking for a 3 to 2 prong converter so we could actually use our computers. We did not find one, and thus I settled for gently removing my third prong (ripping it out using the edge of table)

The next day we took a train to Yokohama to visit Camille's friend Samuel, the uncle of our neighbor in Honduras, who married a Japanese woman around the time I was born, moved to Japan, and had two daughters, both younger than me. They taught me how to write my name in Japanese.

Neither of the daughters spoke Spanish or English, and thus I had to resort to drawing communication. Their house was a traditional Japanese home. It was wooden, quiet, and simple. Their table was a floor table, but under it was a rectangular depression to dangle your feet into. We went out for a dinner of beef barbecue, where we cooked our beef at our table, kind of like Korean BBQ.

We slept on futons on tatami mats (which were really comfy) and slept really well. The next morning we had a breakfast containing miso soup, eggs, among other things. It was a rainy day, not unlike an early spring day in New England.