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SHIBUMI: Decoding Japan's Green Grass

InspirationApril Higashi2 Comments

TRAVEL NOTES FROM JAPAN
SHIBUMI: Decoding Japan's Green Grass
 

Did you know Japanese will meticulously tweeze weeds from their grass?

In Japan I found:

  • High standards are expected

  • It is respected to excel and focus on mastering a single skill

  • Kindness and cleanliness are required

  • Serenity is cherished

  • Small rituals, such as gift-giving, connect people


Below are a few of my favorite things I did on my travels:

My favorite city in Japan is Kyoto, so let's start there. The city's scale leaves lots to do with tons of crafts to explore as well as the tranquility of visiting all the shrines/temples. Then, add the food and the people - this city left me with such aesthetic delight!  

Kyoto Museum of Craft & Design, Kyoto.

This museum offers a peek into all traditional Japanese crafts. It has an elegant, colorful display and explains their history. The exhibitions highlight a few contemporary makers. There are interactive demos and a sweet gift shop with many things you'll want to pick up. It's smallish scale is a good starting point to get you oriented to Kyoto and focus on what crafts you want to seek out.

Aizenkobo Indigo Workshop , Kyoto

I love dying fabric and have a soft spot for indigo; Its color comes from a specific soil. Utsuki san, the owner of Aizenkobo, personally inspects the best indigo for his workshop. He told me there used to be many indigo growers, but now there are only five in Tokushima and one in Hyogo. Natural dyes give stability and strength, but where as chemical production results fade over time. The natural dye doesn't mix with water so it doesn't wash away the color - it just improves over time. For cotton, the fabric must be dipped 100 times for the dye to reach the right color and quality, while it is 200 times for silk.

In addition to the gift shop in the front, the store has a special room in the back for custom clothing, pillows, norens, etc. If you visit, be sure to ask to see the dye studio.

Biking around Kyoto.

My favorite spot was alongside the Kamo River, where the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. The city is very flat and set up in a grid making it easy to get around. There is a narrow bike pathway, and you can see the whole city. I loved getting out early and seeing the activities by the river. People playing music, picnicking, studying, fishing and kids jumping on the stones across the river. Bring a bento box and sit by the river. Our hotel easily arranged for bikes to be brought to the hotel. It is very safe to put a simple lock on the bike and run into shops to explore. Just be careful where you park. You can often pull up to a side of business and leave your bike, but they also have very inexpensive bike lots in busier areas. You pull your bike up and it locks in your front wheel. When you return, you pay around 100 yen to get it out at the coin-operated machine.

There is so much good food in Kyoto, I'll share a few I liked.:

Woven for an atmospheric coffee shop with pour-overs, a long bar, and a few sweets. (small)

Mimio みみお was near Woven, and we popped in there for a bowl of ramen. They seemed to love American rock and roll, and the vibe was light in the atmosphere. Their clients seemed casually hip. I'm sure there are many good ramen shops. I'm just mentioning this if you find yourself at Woven and want a quick bowl of ramen. 

Chrome Natural Wine Life has lovely wines, and the people are kind. After having so much saki, I was in the mood for a glass of wine. We popped in here, and I liked their inspired food, too. We sat at the bar, and it was perfect for a casual but nice dinner. We didn't have a reservation, but many people who stopped in did. 

Inui is a fusion dinner. We went here with a group of friends. You pick out the appetizers/mains, and they scale the quantity based on how many people are at the table. The food was delicious and innovative, and the atmosphere was cozy and modern. Make a reservation. 

Many restaurants in Japan only have room for customers with reservations, so it's good to plan ahead.


Kiso Valley: Walking the Nakasendo Trial

I liked getting out to the mountains. We spent three nights in the Kiso Valley and hiked between a few towns on the old roads the Samurai once used to travel between Kyoto and Tokyo. You can make it a hiking trip or do a couple of day walks. We splurged and stayed outside Kisofukushima, Nagano, at Tsutaya Tokinoyado Kazari, a beautiful Ryokan with an onsen to ponder life. I enjoyed this little stop up in the hills of the Kiso Valley, where there was still snow and they had both indoor and outdoor tubs. The food was included and was top quality—really an exceptional experience. I enjoyed walking through Kiso-Fukushima one day and then checking out the lacquerware stores the next day. The second day, we hiked between Magome to Tsumago. There was a cute tea house where you could stop in for a donation and meet other travelers. Keep an eye out for small wagashi shops: I had a dried persimmon with a chestnut cream treat that was to die for. I wish I'd bought a pack to bring home. The Ryokans on the trail are often full. I recommend getting off the beaten track and exploring some of the Ryokans in the hills. You can store your luggage in a train station locker between towns. 

We spent our last night in Nakatsugawa. While we didn't see much of the city because we were hiking, I liked the Shabu-shabu place we found called Aoygi. An older Japanese man and his family happily practiced their English and bought us shrimp croquettes, while a grumpy Japanese man and his wife efficiently served us. It felt like a place that had been around for a while. 


Osaka

I'd wanted to visit another major city in Japan. We only spent a few nights here, so my impressions were brief. The highlights were the park by the Osaka castle, a walk at night by the river, and businessmen/women hanging out with colleagues by the river drinking beer on their blue tarps. Even though the city is older than Tokyo, the architecture is mostly modern with lots of malls, pachinko parlors, and the largest arcade in Japan. So there is that flavor. I recommend a day trip to see Himeji Castle, an hour or so train ride away, and for food find some Okinomiyaki and Tokoyaki. 

I was there to visit artist/jeweler Liisa Hashimoto. When I asked her about the best Okinomiyaki, she said they were all good. We followed some businessmen into a crowded place and had a good meal. Their after-work banter and beer drinking were also a cultural sight to see. 

The train ride to Kyoto is only an hour long, so Osaka can easily be visited while staying in Kyoto. 


Last but not least, Tokyo. This massive city is just too much. I'd rather live there than vacation. There is so much to do that one can barely scratch the surface. But a whirl through the city's energy can be fun, too. Let's first address the jet lag. It is bad. So don't fight it. Get up early and head to the new fish market.

Tsukiji Outer Market

It opens at 5 am so that you can have king crab or sushi for breakfast. Getting there by 7 am is best since the crowds start around 8 am. We followed some Japanese down a small alleyway, and they were all lined up for uni. I like uni but wasn't sure if that was all I wanted to eat it at 7 am. Following the pathway further, I found a sweet, serene sushi bar, which we returned to the next day. We tried the freshly cooked Tamago, the grilled King Crab on our first day, and some mochi with strawberries and ended up at "John Lennon" favorite coffee spot. ALL DELICIOUS!  Up early, we visited twice!

I can recommend this sushi refuge: Tsukiji Itadori Bekkan. We ended up sitting by one of Rintaro's investors in San Francisco, and she said she came here every morning for breakfast when she visited Tokyo. 

Team Labs Borderless If you have kids, this was a fun experience of digital art and interactions. It makes for some amazing photos and they have different installations all over Japan, too. 

Koenji Neighborhood. While I can't say I experienced much in this neighborhood, it is one I'd like to return to. It is called the Retro Hub for ex-punks and a neighborhood for creatives. I was visiting an old friend, Sayumi Yokouchi, and her studio, We met and had the best Fruit Sando—strawberry sandwiches at Jules Verne Coffee. You can find them all over Japan, but these were especially good. The walk back to the train station was under the railway and the roll-up doors were opening. Looked like there were fun bars and restaurants. 

I enjoy thrift store shopping in Japan and hear this neighborhood is full of them. One tip is that a big chain called Second Street is vast and has everything. It's an excellent place to browse and get to know Japanese brands. There are a lot of smaller, cuter shops, but many of them specialize in American wear. At Second Street, I went directly to the rack where the clothes were chained and found Issey Mikaki, Dries Van Noten, Yoji, and other Japanese designers I did not know. It's still a bargain compared to paying full retail. The boys loved the sneaker selection!

Other food places I recommend:

The Japanese love their chicken, and you can eat every part! This Yakatori place made it extra special, and I enjoyed the experience a lot: Nakameguro Iguchi. This group of restaurants has a few, and I hope to return to the one specializing in tempura. Reservations are required.

Pork Tonkatsu- this was yummy. Nishiazabu Butagumi, reservations requested.

This is only my second trip and visiting with friends and artists who lived there along the way certainly made this trip memorable. Ivo, my boyfriend’s son, has very intentional dreams of moving there, so I'll happily return, hopefully sooner than later. 

Footnotes from Havana

InspirationApril HigashiComment

I travel for inspiration, perspective and to find a new understanding that will help make my world bigger.  After the devastating US election, a busy holiday season and trying to be a decent parent, I was depleted by the end of December. I have always found a break is the best way to reset my life, discover greater empathy and restore my creativity.  

While a truly great journey will leave you feeling three years younger, and two years wiser, a difficult border crossing will reveal your true character. Difficult travel is a reflection of our true selves, whether you’re curious, in survival mode, a bigot or open minded.
— Studio D / Field Notes

Havana was a trip which expanded my world to include an understanding of a simple Cuban beauty and remind me of the circumstances we are born into. The pinhole of Cuban culture I witnessed in only a week was a mixture of socialism, history, music, dance, modernist architecture, art, tobacco, island time and of course Cuban flair.  While I have traveled internationally a fair amount, it had been awhile since I had actual culture shock upon arrival in a country.  Between the internet and international trade, one can often find the comforts of home. This is not the case yet in Cuba.  There are no traces of the US post 1959.  The old classic cars are the only reminders of the U.S.  since Fidel Castro overthrew Batista and set in place the socialist government. Socialism gives people housing, heath care, education and subsidized food, yet many people still live in poverty.  

While the government is starting to restore the historical center of the Habana Vieja to attract tourism, walk just a few streets away from the historic squares and you see how run down it is. The Cuban people don't own their buildings, only the apartments within them. Some families choose to paint the outsides but many don’t. That means you may see the bottom half of a building painted and the top crumbling because they are owned by two families. While walking on the Prado, a promenade for pedestrians to stroll, our guide Juan explained that only recently are the people to be able to buy property.  Before, they came to the Prado with details of their property and then traded dwellings amongst themselves when they needed to move.  He also showed us his food card which the Cubans use to purchase food at special markets and bodegas. Rations are reviewed monthly and they can pick up the basic food needs: 5 eggs, meat, beans, rice, milk, etc.  The rationed allotment is free and if you need more you can purchase it at a subsidized price. 

Walking and driving through Habana Vieja you see small snippets of the Cuban life. Their doors are open and their lives often spill out onto the streets. Through my walkabouts, I saw people dancing together or practicing solo in small rooms with techno and traditional Afro-Cuban music blaring - often with the TV still on. In a small living room children played with dolls. A man sat at his entrance, selling four little bags of macaroni pasta and a small pile of eggs. Some people sat quietly on their front step, others were talking with friends or neighbors. Teen girls whispered about boys. I spied a tiny tree with tinsel in a front room and a family enjoying a meal in back. There were entrances and tall staircases with electrical wiring that looked alarmingly unsafe. 

There were small logos on doors for new businesses popping up. It wasn’t until the end of Fidel’s rule he allowed entrepreneurial self-employment. There are now small gyms, dancing schools, home art galleries and record stores to name a few.

There is no internet (unless you find a wi-fi spot, which you’ll know instantly by the many young folks milling about with their phones or go to a tourist hotel) so people still interact and socialize.

Iliana our hotel host said it herself, "Cubans are loud people. Even if there are right here,”--- pointing a foot away from her--- "we speak loudly." They talk at great length even over simple things like directions. Drivers do not pull out maps or phones when they need directions; they simply yell over to the next car or pull to the side to ask someone standing on the street. The conversations can go on for quite some time. It reminded me of how isolated and independent we have become with information fingertips. I thought about how much are we missing when we turn to our computers or phones and overlook the people we are right next to.

Something has definitely been lost in our culture.

It was an expansive trip for me. I learned so much about The Cuban Revolution, about Amercia’s embargo on Cuba and the mix of emotions and tension it has created. I saw a country with hope that things are getting better but are still hard when faced with the reality that they can not easily leave. 

Being an entrepreneur myself, I couldn’t help but notice how businesses run in Cuba.

There was a dark grey Art Nouveaux building near the Prado that held a perfumery. I had big expectations - the thought of Cuban perfume seemed so exotic. However, upon entering this beautiful building the perfumes were not original scents but many of the bigger European brands seen anywhere else in the world. They were stacked in their boxes and locked up in two cages. Very unapproachable. Two nicely dressed sales people stood at the back behind an empty counter that would have easily been set up for sampling and spontaneous tourist purchases.

I wasn’t sure I was aligned with the aesthetics in Cuba before I left for my trip.  However after a week of walking through the city, which I can only describes as a shade brighter than power pink, mint green and sky blue, the pallette made complete sense and seemed perfect and beautiful. Women dressed in bright colors, neon even, skirts that fit so with such body contouring I was impressed that they were so comfortable in their bodies. I saw a lot of men in black and white patterns with brightly colored accents. Red shoes were very popular as were distressed jeans on both sexes.  The accessories on one woman were a hot pink belt and matching pumps which made me recoil at first. But when I saw her dancing rumba with her partner at the Casa de la Musica and the way she moved her hips to the beat, I suddenly thought her choice of attire looked lovely and tasteful and I wanted to be her. She later returned to her group of friends with a big ice bucket on the table with a large bottle of rum and poured some in her glass with the Cuban equivalent to coca-cola.

The art of every culture is always a big draw for me. One day I had a big dose of Cuban art.  Going from Miramar to Playa, areas with points of interest far apart from one another, you can hire a cab for $25 an hour and they will wait as you enjoy each stop. We were taken to an alley with many murals, El Callejón de Hamel by Cuban muralist Salvador González. Besides his murals there is outsider art including bathtubs as benches to rest on and rough plasma cut metal and found object sculptures. The alley is said to have dancing (Rumba) on Sundays.

El Callejón de Hamel by Cuban muralist Salvador González

I’d wished we’d put in more effort to architectural points of interest. We had hoped to see the architecture of the ISA (the art school). However we could not get in without an appointment.  But the brick domes and organic arches looked very interesting as we peered over the fence. Driving on El Malecón we passed Parque José Martí Stadium an abandoned stadium built in the 1940’s. Architecturally interesting with it’s faded colored benches and shell-like arches, I have had dreams about it since I have been back and have looked up further images and information to ponder.

There are two artists in particular I took note of.  The first is Kcho, an internationally recognized artist who became well known in his 20’s and has shared his success with the community by opening up his studio and compound to all. His complex is in walking distance of ISA. You are supposed to make an appointment in advance, but we got lucky stopping by and joined another tour already underway. The complex has a gallery where he shows guest artists and a working warehouse/studio for himself, which is the most interesting.   He also shares the space with his 18 year old son, who is in the arts. Outside are more works in progress, outdoor sculptures and public artworks. The piece that pretty much describes what some of the more outright Cuban people think of American was a tall tower of luggage with the American flag draped over the top titled "I don’t want anything from you.”  There is also a small theater and computer lab. Through a sponsorship with Google it is the one place in Havana with free internet. 

The second artist of note is Casa Estudio Jose Fuster (Jamanita).  This tile artist has made a museum that is definitely worth seeing. Not only has he created an endless tile mosaic world of sculptures and murals that has totally transformed his own property, he also extends his work into the neighborhood, neighbors’ houses, alley walls, bus stop, and practically any available surface.

For me, travel is not about seeing things that align perfectly with who I believe I am. I think I travel because it shows me where I am limited. I have to say the pollution from leaded gas was hard to breath in and the food was a little underwhelming.  But even with this I had some notable adventures.

Imagine the thought of planning a peaceful trip to the countryside of Viñales to escape the pollution and crowds only to find your driver waiting for you with a Lada - a Russian car from the days when Russians support was integral to Cuba (1959-1991).  Ladas have notoriously poor exhaust systems (which fill the backseats with fumes), no seat belts and our driver had to pull over several times for roadside repairs and adjustments.

Lunches sometimes felt a bit like torture as we had to wait up to 2 1/2 hours for the food to arrive. What do you talk about with no iPhone to distract you? How do you keep up conversation? You don’t. You let the pauses and many moments of stillness be there. You wait patiently and enjoy the moist air awhile you relax. And when your food finally arrives and it expectations let you down, you eat every bit and appreciate the way you feel nourished and have regained some energy for the next adventure. 

I’m happy to share my favorite finds or an itinerary that I think would be helpful for anyone thinking of visiting Cuba. But I suggest instead to simply be present and watch. Cuba is a beautiful culture so different that ours. Once I slowed down and realized I was not looking for big a-ha moments, I began to appreciate it much more. I feel lucky to have visited. A Socialist government I had never experienced. If I were to go back I would go with a better camera, take a dance class, do a little more research on the architecture and food, and hopefully know some Spanish. 

I don’t know how quickly travel in Cuba will change but, email me if you would like my highlights of my week in Havana. I have a detailed list. As a woman I should say I did not travel alone and was with a man, but found the people either friendly or indifferent and I felt safe in all areas we ventured. 

I am never sure how I will process these images and cultures into my work but I know for one thing it changes me and refreshes my world.