{"id":126,"date":"2007-02-19T18:18:17","date_gmt":"2007-02-19T18:18:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.okinawa.com\/blog\/?p=126"},"modified":"2007-02-19T18:18:17","modified_gmt":"2007-02-19T18:18:17","slug":"sunny-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.okinawa.com\/blog\/marty-blog\/sunny-sunday","title":{"rendered":"Sunny Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Sunny Sunday<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p>My throat was on fire during the night but my hoarse voice disappears with my first cup of coffee brewed in our very own apartment.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Art loads my computer into his backpack and takes off by bicycle for the internet caf&eacute;.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>He is hoping to get me connected at last.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>He returns an hour later with three days of my e- mails downloaded.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>A bouquet of flowers chocolate or champagne couldn&rsquo;t have made me any happier!<span style=\"\">  <\/span>We still can&rsquo;t connect at our apartment but I am able to answer important messages that I can send later at the caf&eacute;.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p><\/o:p>Mid morning John, Art and I ride our bicycles back over to the internet caf&eacute;.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>John does homework diligently, while Art installs a Japanese Font onto my computer so that the internet card he wants to buy may finally work for me.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Tadashi is picking us up at 1:00 P.M. to take Art back to the company that supplies these cards.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Tadashi arrives promptly and we all pile in his small Honda.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>John and I are dropped off at the head of <st1:street st=\"on\"><st1:address st=\"on\">Kokusai Street<\/st1:address><\/st1:street> while Art goes with Tadashi to get the internet card.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>It&rsquo;s a beautiful lazy Sunday and <st1:street st=\"on\"><st1:address st=\"on\">Kokusai Street<\/st1:address><\/st1:street> is blocked off to traffic. This is the first time I have been on <st1:street st=\"on\"><st1:address st=\"on\">Kokusai Street<\/st1:address><\/st1:street> when there isn&rsquo;t traffic and everyone is out strolling and enjoying this beautiful sunny Sunday.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>A crowd gathers around a juggler and tables are set in the street where families are eating and watching the parade of people.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>A pair of shamisen musicians gathers another crowd and I take photos of an elderly man in the crowd dancing happily to the traditional Okinawan music.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p><\/o:p>Our main purpose in coming to <st1:street st=\"on\"><st1:address st=\"on\">Kokusai Street<\/st1:address><\/st1:street> is for John to look at the beetles in the market place again.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>We turn into the covered Heiwadori market, in search of lunch and beetles. The plastic food in the restaurant window is looking very monotonous 6 days into our trip and this may be the first time I have gone into a local restaurant without Art, but we must eat. The menu has no pictures so I motion the waitress outside and point at the two &ldquo;sets&rdquo; that John and I want.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>John orders a large bowl of soba with Okinawan pork.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I order an eggplant and tofu stir-fry. I choose this in an attempt to eat something healthy but it is swimming in oil and there are pieces of spam mixed in.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I am not surprised by the spam since spam is an Okinawan favorite that we have encountered in many dishes, but it is not my favorite. I push the spam to the side and pick cautiously at the contents of my bowl.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>We pay the 1,390 yen for our two lunches. ($12.00) and continue down the market in search of beetles.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>At the next fork in the market John spots the beetle stand and the merchant is kind enough to take the little &ldquo;buggers&rdquo; out of their plastic enclosures for John to admire.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I take quite a few photos. <\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p>We decide to walk home, but are not completely certain which direction to walk. John suggests we follow the canal.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>The monorail runs high above the canal.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>We head in the direction that we hope is the Shintoshin station.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>After walking for 30 minutes I realize that we are going in the opposite direction. We get our bearings and wander back home in the late afternoon sunlight. (Dear Daddy, I know you are grimacing as you read this. I promise that next time I will take a map with us on our excursions.)<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p><\/o:p>When John and I get back to our apartment I see my computer set on the table and it has internet connection!!!<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Art&rsquo;s bicycle is gone, a good indication that he is out riding and enjoying the afternoon. <\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p><\/o:p>Deciding on dinner is often a challenge, but tonight we walk to the top of the hill and stop in at the first restaurant we find.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>It&rsquo;s a small 10 table &ldquo;steak&rdquo; house and it&rsquo;s very busy; a good sign.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>The d&eacute;cor leaves much to be desired, but the menu looks good and I really don&rsquo;t want to walk back to the Shintoshin district tonight.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Dinner is surprisingly good; not anything that I would recommend in a guide book, but it includes soup, salad and desert and the filets are flavorful, tender and wrapped in bacon. The total bill for the three of us is $3,600 yen; about $32.00.<span style=\"\">  <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p>As I type my blog tonight, Art and John are watching Romancing The Stone.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>It&rsquo;s funny to hear &ldquo;Jane Wilder&rdquo; speaking in Japanese.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I hope some of the language rubs off on John.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunny Sunday My throat was on fire during the night but my hoarse voice disappears with my first cup of coffee brewed in our very own apartment. 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