I hadn’t seen a field of tulips before, so I decided to visit my favorite garden in Mie which is Nabana No Sato. This place changes the flowers depending on the season. I remember in autumn it had cosmos festival. And I think by the end of May, a new set of flowers will be planted as soon as the tulips have withered.
How To Go There:
Go to Meitetsu Bus Center just somewhere at the back of Nagoya Station. Buy a ticket to Nabana no Sato. Here’s the bus schedule. (*Schedule may change without prior notice.)
I stared at the view from the bus window searching for signs that would make me feel that I wasn’t in Japan anymore. There was only the greenery— not enough to give a distinctive feel of the city. I felt bored but at least I was sitting comfortably in an airport shuttle bus bound to Seoul. The passengers were a mix of Koreans and Asian tourists. It made me feel at ease that I wasn’t just the only foreigner. It seemed that the trip to my destination would take more than an hour, so I decided to get some sleep.
I traveled to South Korea for spring vacation. It was only an hour away from Japan and it was one of the countries I’ve always wanted to go to. I think I might even have more knowledge of Kpop culture than Jpop. Despite being one of my must-see places, I went to Seoul to get away. I wanted to be out of Japan even just for a moment, just so I could breath.
I got off at Namdaemun Market bus stop as instructed by the hotel staff where I was going to stay. The driver seemed kind of irritated because it took more than a minute for us to find my small luggage in the bus compartment. It didn’t bother me at all and even assured me I was not in Japan anymore. (You know how Japanese are very polite and very service-oriented.) In fact, it was one of the very few incidents that made me feel that I was back in the real world. And I loved it!
The Seoul subway station was one of the places I felt comfortable. I relished the noise inside the train. I liked how the ahjummas and ahjussis would claim their rightful spot in the reserved seating. I even liked how some people would slightly bump into me without the need to say sorry. I liked how they would rush into the first available seat they would see. I liked how they didn’t have reservations to sit next to each other. I liked seeing them express their emotions. I sincerely liked those things. Somehow, all those things reminded me of home, of normalcy.
I’ve been stressed for a while in Japan because of one thing. Being surrounded by people aggravates it even more. My visit to Seoul was just what I needed. I kind of feel like some of the things that I initially love in Japan are getting on my nerves. Well, I certainly know what I’m feeling right now is because of stress. But Seoul has truly been a perfect escape, even just for a few days.
The moment I stepped out of Shinjuku station, I got struck with homesickness. Seriously, I wanted to hop on the next train bound for Gifu. There’s just something about the Tokyo area that always makes me want to go back to the town where I live. Shinjuku is a place you won’t fall in love in the daylight. There’s trash everywhere. Of course, for some people this is a typical sight. But for someone who lives in rural Japan, it is rare to see piles of garbage in the street. It’s not the Japan that I know of. It just lacks the warmth of the people in the countryside. And I don’t like the feeling of being vigilant again. But I wanted to give Shinjuku a chance by choosing to stay here for a 3-day vacation. It had a negative impression on me considering that my only idea of Shinjuku back then was Jackie Chan’s bloody violent movie ‘Shinjuku Incident.’ Although I still don’t have a positive view of this place, it is fair to say that it has a beautiful nightscape.
I put on my white Adidas shoes as this is the only pair of sneakers that goes fashionably well with skirts, dresses, and suits. I hurriedly went down the stairs of my apartment trying to make it to the main street before the school hymn of the nearby school came to an end. It’s normally my cue to leave the apartment already or else I’d be late for work.
My workplace is a 30-minute walk from my apartment. I’ve been walking to school for more than a year already, so I usually make it one or two minutes before my log-in time. And that includes grabbing lunch and snacks in the supermarket next to my workplace. My apartment is situated uphill and my workplace is located in another uphill ground. It’s like going from one valley to another valley. On regular weekdays, I walk a total of almost 5 kilometers. I’ve walked in different seasons and I’ve realized that the different seasons play a big part on what I feel and what I think while walking.
Summer is unforgiving. The heat is intense and the wind does not even let its presence be known. I start to pity myself. My upper clothing is drenched in sweat. And because of that, I usually bring a towel and an extra blouse. There seems to be no point wearing make-up. By the time I arrive in the workplace, I look as if I’d just completed a morning workout. My hair is messy, which is enough to be stressed out for the day. Walking in summer feels like never ending especially if it’s an upward slope. Every turn I take, I would wish it were the last. And in every step, I’d repeatedly question why I placed myself in this situation.
Autumn is the beginning. I’d like to think of autumn as the start of good things to come. It’s much more comfortable walking in autumn. It is when the feel of the cold temperature seems so much more inviting. The color of the autumn leaves is striking—- may it be yellow, red, or orange. There is a gingko tree with dark yellow leaves alongside the street I pass by. I used to hate that tree not knowing what it was because its fruits would fall all over the ground and smell so bad. Sometimes I would see its owner cleaning up the ground with a broom and I used to pity her. It made me wonder why she would go through the hassle of sweeping the ground early in the morning. Sometimes she’d collect a total of four garbage bags full of rotten fruits. I didn’t understand then that that tree is like a shining star in the autumn daylight.
Winter is depressing and lonely. That’s when all the dark thoughts occupy the mind. It’s five in the afternoon and the light has retired early. I shiver in cold as I walk my way uphill with nobody in sight. Sometimes I daydream I am in the setting of M. Night Shyamalan’s chiller movie The Village. On rare occasions, I see some students on their way home. It sometimes boggles me how the female high school students can manage the cold in their mini skirt uniform whereas I, completely bundled up in my coat, scarf and gloves, can still feel the biting cold. But if I’d have to choose, I’d pick winter over summer because I still look exactly the same as when I leave the apartment—- make-up intact and strands of hair still in place.
Spring is salvation. The light after the dark. It’s the season that constantly makes me want to freeze time even just for a minute, so I could appreciate the beauty of cherry blossom trees that line the street. There are times when the wind would blow and the cherry blossom petals would rain on me. And in my mind I’d be doing a twirl in my cute dress. Or sometimes I wish someone would film me in slow motion as I gaze up completely amazed at the falling white pinkish petals. But, nope. None of that as I need to hurriedly get to the workplace. But my hopes are still high as I know there are two more blossom trees on the way. It’s only in spring when I wish that the traffic lights would remain red, so I could enjoy the view of the cherry blossom tree standing near the stop lights. And as I completely enter the compound of my workplace, another cherry blossom tree lifts my mood up.
Walking throughout the four seasons allows me to think of different things. It’s not just a routine to reach my destination. It’s a process that allows me to talk to myself and solve my worries. Sometimes I’d go home filled with problems that only people living abroad would face. In the whole 30-minute walk, I’m usually able to analyze the why’s and how’s of my situation. By the time I reach home, the negative thoughts don’t linger anymore. Walking is an invisible friend. It’s solitary, yet, it brings me solace.
I approached a man near the stairs of a subway exit. He looked as if he was unsure of where he was. I walked toward his direction and got a closer look at his face.
“すみません。遅くになりました。携帯電話は家で忘れちゃった。間違い電車を乗りました。ごめんなさい,”I said apologetically. He didn’t look pissed or disappointed at me.
“何時に来ましたか？,” I asked.
“１０時” he replied.
I checked my watch and it was almost 11:00 am. We were supposed to meet at 10 in the morning, but I forgot my cell phone at my apartment. Since I mostly rely on my cellphone to find out what train I need to ride here and there, I got on the wrong subway train twice. I wasn’t expecting him to still be at our meeting place, although I hoped he would be just so I could explain myself. After I made my way pass the non-optical turnstile at the subway station, I looked for him, but he was nowhere to be found. It was then that I decided to just go through with our initial plan of exploring Atsuta Shrine.
The weather was the opposite of the sunny yesterday. It was cold and raining. I crossed the street and that was when I found him. I actually forgot his real name, but I had no intention of asking him again because it just seemed awkward. And so instead of calling him by his name, I managed to say すみません – which means I’m sorry or Excuse me. It sounded perfect especially in our situation.
We went around the Atsuta Shrine vicinity while getting lost in translation. He is at N3 level and I am at N4 in terms of Japanese ability. He couldn’t understand English and so we both communicated in a language that neither of us was highly proficient at. After sightseeing, we had lunch at a Korean restaurant that I frequent at Kanayama Station. We were beside a Japanese couple and I just felt uneasy speaking in Japanese beside the natives. While waiting for our food, there were episodes of silence between us, but I didn’t mind. I just wanted to eat. Probably because of the limited vocabulary that we possess, the question and answer portion was filled with questions one doesn’t normally ask on a first date — the worst was when he asked me how much salary I make!
I felt like the whole situation is just a preview of what dating life would be in case I’d ever date a Japanese man. After he paid the bill for our lunch, he asked me where I wanted to go next.
“今から帰ります。大丈夫？洗濯をしなければなりません,” I told him just so I could excuse myself.
We parted ways at the station. I didn’t go home and do laundry as what I mentioned to him. Instead, I spent the remaining afternoon naked in a big indoor bath tub called onsen with the obaasan in my town.
I waved my hand at the Indian man across the street. He was wearing a huge backpack and his wife and three kids were trailing behind him. He stopped and crossed the street again to my direction. “The bus stop that I was referring to is here,” I said pointing to where I was standing. “We’re actually planning to just walk there,” he uttered. Seeing that he has children with filled backpacks strapped on each one of them, I managed to make him decide to wait for the bus going to Matsumoto castle. As the bus had not arrived, yet, his family walked to the Mos Burger restaurant which was just a few steps away from the bus stop.
I sat on the bench while waiting for the bus. I felt impatient. I was already running out of time. I still needed to go to two museums and it was almost three in the afternoon. I might not make it before the closing time. I checked the bus timetable and realized that it was a better idea to walk. I would even be like ten minutes ahead of the scheduled bus bound for the castle. I crossed the street heading in the direction where the Indian man was supposed to go before I waved at him. I walked hurriedly as a skift of snow was already falling.
Autumn is my fave because it makes the surrounding strikingly beautiful with the play of colors. This time around, I decided to travel to Tachikawa which is near Tokyo. I went to this park just to see the line of ginkgo trees. I was so surprised that it was somewhat deserted on a Saturday noon. I didn’t really stay long because it was so cold and drizzling. When I came back the next day, the place was jam-packed with people and their cute dogs. There were wedding and cosplay photo shoots, too. It was the weather after all. I guess I was lucky to have enjoyed the place with no crowd when I went the first time.
I stood for less than an hour on my shinkansen trip from Nagoya to Osaka. I stood near the door exit and just enjoyed the sight of the rice fields and the small typical Japanese houses that we passed by. There were times when we got a glimpse of wide cosmos flower fields for a matter of a few seconds and all I could do was long for it and daydream about running across those fields. Every time I ride the shinkansen/bullet train, I can’t help but be amazed at the speed and convenience that it provides passengers especially those who get dizzy from long distance travels. After a short stop over at Kyoto, I couldn’t help but feel excited to arrive in Osaka in a matter of a few minutes.
I decided to go to Osaka to experience Halloween at Universal Studios (USJ). Halloween Horror Night was at the back of my mind for a long time already. SoI was ecstatic that my friend was more than willing to travel for more than six hours from where she lives just to go to USJ. She was more interested in seeing the Harry Potter attraction while I was filled with excitement to see the zombies roam the streets in USJ come night time. I was also looking forward to seeing the Death Eaters at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
My friend and I decided to visit Osaka Castle just before heading to Universal Studios. I was thinking that since we were going to stay until night time at USJ, it would be much better to see other sights in Osaka in the morning. I actually got confused with the train rides in the Osaka Loop Line. For instance, we were supposed to take the train running in the clockwise direction, but we ended up getting on the train in the counterclockwise direction. It happened twice, so it added to our travel time.
I enjoy more the area outside the castle than the castle itself. I’ve already gone to many castles across Japan, so I know what to expect. But since my friend wanted to see what’s inside, we decided to go in. The interior of the castle has been transformed into a modern museum. I was more pleased with the view offered from the top part of the castle where you can see some parts of Osaka. There’s also this modern building in the area with mirror windows that reflect the sky. I really find it stunning.
After a few hours in Osaka Castle, we headed to USJ. It was really really crowded and mostly everyone was in costume. I admire the effort that everyone exerted on their make-up and costume. I wished I wore a costume, too, but I ran out of budget. When we got in, we directly headed to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter for the timed entrance. To our disappointment, the only available schedule was around 9 pm. We could not take that schedule because my friend’s bus departure going home was an hour after that. I could tell she was extremely disappointed and I felt sorry for her. Ooops, I shouldn’t have suggested going to Osaka Castle. So if you ever plan to enter the world of HP, make sure you go there the moment USJ opens just to be sure!
My friend and I just decided to roam around, eat, and take pictures until night time. We couldn’t enter any attraction because the lines were long. Waiting time consisted of two to three hours. Halloween Horror Night was such a famous and crowded event at USJ. When the clock struck six, different types of zombies came out. They were really scary and made us run away or scream when they came near. I was really satisfied with my Halloween experience. It was what I expected minus the Death Eaters.
Spending Halloween at Universal Studios with your friends is a good idea just as long as you don’t mind the crowd. You can wear a costume and admire other people’s costume, too. If you really stand-out, people would want to take a photo with you. My friend and I enjoyed having our photos taken with ordinary people in costume. They were such a sight to behold— interesting, weird, cool, scary, awesome!
This is probably my most visited place in Japan. I clearly remember telling myself last year not to go here anymore and instead spend money on a place I haven’t been to yet. But how can I resist this beauty?!
I’m one of those very few people who dislike Kyoto. If it weren’t for this bamboo forest, I don’t think I’d ever go sightseeing in Kyoto again. It’s such a crowded place that it’s so hard to see and enjoy the scenery. So this time around, I made sure to go as early as possible. On the way to the bamboo forest, an old Japanese man had a chat with me. The moment we entered the place, I slowed down to take pictures but he kept telling me to keep moving because we hadn’t reached the best area, yet. I think he told me several times especially whenever he noticed me stopping. I was glad he did because I would have missed the best view if I just wandered alone.