tests have choked me so it's costing me update this. Today is one with photos.
Christmas in Japan is partially different from Spain. The streets are filled with ridiculous lights with bells and derivatives, and especially not celebrating the end of the year in the same way. I wanted to celebrate the end of the year to the English, taking me some grapes and beginning the year choking, as God intended.
With the last remnants of a cold the day we went to Osaka 31, stayed with a friend of Maria and tried the okonomiyaki (and talk about the food, which deserves separate chapter). Mary took the opportunity to teach a little of their Osaka, the places that usually pass, which is often left, the superstores of Don Quixote (A chain of supermarkets that have everything, and yes, they call it that), the Chinese run (named after me, pictured below), and Dotombori in general. Osaka is a nice city despite the cold. While it is stressful at certain times (very Japanese in Japan) is generally easy and pleasant to get lost in its streets. In one of these random walks we discovered a small very narrow dark alley in which there were plenty of restaurants. We felt we have gone back centuries.
the dismissal gave us 12 (almost literally) and we find ourselves picking grapes the last train back to Habikino. On the road between the station and the house stopped by with Conbi-ní (explanation below it) and we bought two pieces of pie for at least start the year with some distinction. We got home at 12 minus 5. Turn on the TV and there is a Japanese singing with a very long white dress. In the absence of 30 seconds for the new year turned on a countdown clock at the bottom of the screen, but the Japanese, she still sings. The countdown comes to an end and the singer spreads her dress (which has some sleeves that reach the floor) and when it reaches zero projected onto the dress "Happy 2010" (in Japanese, of course). Nice way to start the year. Although one misses Ramon Garcia and his vampire face, or else the news of the puppet. Happy
2010. The year begins in Japan. No grapes. With pie. We are together. It is a good start this year. Day 1
flu gives his final lurch back and decided to stay at home.
But I and Mary want to live in the new year in Japan as Japanese. So day 2 we get to a temple on the outskirts of Osaka. The Japanese for the new year come all to the temple. It's his way of celebrating. When you get there the temple is absolutely packed. Enter and cross a bridge.
In the temple, there is everything. Of all ages and styles. There are some people with kimono like this really cute girl.
Is it not to eat?
A little later, one of the buildings of the temple is a kind of networks in which throw coins and pray.
Finally, there is a kind of pallets with hanging ropes attached to which there are thousands of papers. The selling in the temple. They each wrote their wishes for the new year, folded and tied to the rope, so that they are met.
In the rest of the temple (Temples in Japan are more than a building space) is a kind of fair. There are food stalls, games, stuffed animals. Everything. Of course, there was a kebab. Japan is not immune to the kebab. Proof:
course they do not start the year with alcohol intoxication. We begin leaving the fair. Having them should envy.
Because images often can not say everything, I tried to record a video for which saw Japan as it sounds. The result is not the best in the world, but here it is:
edition number one: Edito ably because my mother has reminded me that I have not explained things I promised to explain. Here goes.
Chinese running. I really only provides a variation of The guy who runs, which is what the English call there. It is the greatest symbol of Osaka (fine shit, you will think, for it, but it is a symbol, and hey, enough nice things is the city). The story of why it is so important not to know me, really.
Combi-ni. This I found fascinating, is a type of supermarkets that are open 24 hours a day 365 days a year. Do not ever, ever close and there are many, of many kinds. Interestingly, an employee of Lawson (one of the Combi-ní), which bought at year-end employee reminded me of a huge community of the fruit of Amelia, for its handling of the goods and give you anything. An interesting fact that you are on the other side of the world. The poor man spent half his life there.
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