Bashimi, or horse meat that is RAW
At least we were 100% in this together!!
Because there was a school holiday on Thursday, we had to make the day up today – Saturday. School was school, except at around 3:30, there was some sort of city announcement being made on the street’s loud-speakers about there being a fire in Ninocho, which is the area in which I live. I really didn’t know what to think of this besides ‘Oh crap, I hope I didn’t leave my flat-iron on…that would be embarrassing.’ One of the other teachers, who knows where I live, seemed very worried for me and told me that I could go home early to see if everything was OK. I told her that it was OK, if it was my place there’s nothing I could do at this point. But she insisted that I go home early, so I was like ‘Cool, see you!!’ One of the other teachers, who also lives in that area, biked to the seen of the fire with me. Fortunately it was neither of our places. I’m pretty sure there were no injuries, and by the time we got there, it really didn’t seem like a big deal, aside from the fact that EVERY fire truck, ambulance and person who heard the announcement in Murakami was at the scene. Tiny little fire trucks all had their little hoses hooked up to various hydrants around the city, and there were traffic jams full of cars and spectators lining up and down the usually sleepy street!! Oh, small town life!!!
Last night we decided to try a new bar out in Murakami: Pakistan. I’ve never been to Pakistan, but the only thing that the place resembled about Pakistan is that there was a Pakistani beer on the menu. While I didn’t have that, I did order a Red Eye, or beer tomato juice. Think whatever you will, but I thought it was quite tasty…or at least much more bearable than the raw horsemeat (bashimi).
Murakami has a farmers’ market on one of the streets near where I live on every morning that ends in a 2 or a 7. Today, being September 7th and a Sunday, I was able to visit!! Either I went a little crazy, or the vendors went a little crazy in quantity, but for only 800 yen, I walked home with bags of eggplants, tomatoes, cucumbers, some kind of root plant, and sasadango!! I was sure that at least half of it would rot before being able to eat it, so Jess and I split the massive amount purchased food. My tummy is thoroughly happy from the delicious carbonara-eggplant-tomato-root plant-pasta it just enjoyed J
Later in the rainy day, Flo and Jess stopped by on their way to run errands. I used this as a good opportunity to go ‘cousin-hunting.’ What I mean by this is that apparently my cousin works in one of the sores here in Murakami, and lives here on the days he works (on off days, he goes back home to be with his new wife). I really don’t know why I haven’t had contact with him yet, so it was time to go to Mushashi and say ‘hey cuz, what up’ (in Japanese of course). It’s a huge store, and I couldn’t find him on my own, so the suspense was kind of making me nervous!! I finally asked one of the employees if he was there, and he immediately walkie-talkied him. Then all of a sudden, BAM - ‘HEY CUZ, WHAT UP?!?!’ We ended up talking for a while, which may or may not have gotten him in trouble, but it was so nice to reunite with another one of my family members after years of not seeing or speaking to one another!!