Tokyo with a family: big scenes and big flavors and celebration of travel

A 7 -year -old Japanese girl is approaching my family to cross the crowded Shiboya in Tokyo herself. As my wife and I wonder where her parents are politely, “I am excused. I am doing a summer for school. Can I interview you for that?”

We shoot mysterious looks at the little girl, and we are looking for any adult close. As American parents, we are not accustomed to self -independence that Japanese children. When her mother walks to us, this relieves our fears. It turns out that the girl wants to meet the closest person to her age and size: my 9 -year -old daughter.

My wife is one of the largest city in the United States, New York, but she was not ready to expand Tokyo. My son saw enough YouTube clips on the Internet to filter the cooking palate from the sixth grade student. My daughter was discovering what she wanted to get out of the trip, but she was tickled by interviewing a new friend and eager to conduct interviews with them.

After five questions – more than burning questions were what is a typical breakfast in the United States (pies) and what fruit that my daughter (strawberry) loves – the interview ended. We took pictures of the unlikely husband outside the Shiboya station. This memory escalates after a 11 -day trip to the Japanese capital for the work mission. I brought my wife, son and daughter with me.

My first impression on Tokyo was that I liked it was a real metropolis. It was the ongoing metro trains like the baseline in a song for me. The beautiful faces were everywhere, as well as the lights that came with 37 million people.

Everyone was polite on the trains, which I was not used to. They were calm, and people did not mind sitting next to each other. Young children travel themselves, and no one disturbs, wonders, or wondered whether they have been lost. People seemed really nice. The heat was repressive, but we survived.

The endless sea of ​​skyscrapers feeds the appetizers of the city’s boy. I loved the scene from the Tokyo Metropolitan building. Inside, the spectators are alternating to play the yellow piano in the middle of the floor while it was amazed at the buildings and green spaces. Japan lived its reputation in creative technology, with a 65 -foot -long art art museum and a 65 -foot -long -lengthened art museum in Odaiba, which lit the music, and moved. (The mosquitoes at his feet make my leg feel like a fire.)

Ramin ate several times, including in one place in the Harajuku neighborhood, where I had to cook my bowl, which made me wonder why I had to pay for it. The rice watched the sushi ball in their hands and put the appropriate amount in the form before they cut the perfect pieces of mackerel, tuna, red jelly, amber, and salmon. It was great. With small strokes, the chefs added special sauces over the fish.

I even tried UniAnd it is the hedgehog. A colleague told me that the history of lunch was that he is considered an appetite and an acquired taste. I don’t think I will get more of them, but it was worth it to try something that the Japanese people cherish.

Returning to the United States, he asked a co -worker about the best part to visit Tokyo. Initially, I drew empty. When I thought more, the real answer was to travel there with my family.

From the moment I told my children that we were going to Japan, they raised the paragraph. They wondered how it would look like, how to taste food, and where they were sitting on the plane across the ocean. I tried to share some language with them, such as how to say hello, goodbye, and other life. The night in which I participated, my daughter, in an attempt to practice what I just heard, smiled, and her hand waved in my face before climbing the stairs, and said, “Good. Saratoga”, in an attempt to say “Sayōnara”. My wife and I laughed hard after I went to the upper floor.

In Japan, my son loved food, even at 7-11, which is completely different from those in the United States. I have learned about Dragons who guard the Sensō-Ji Temple of our wonderful tourist guide, named Yoyo. We have seen Sumo’s wrestling demonstration that I love my son completely. He chanted loudly to the wrestlers. We found stifling stadiums where my children met Japanese friends. Everything is filled with my heart.

I visited Japan to write about black university students from the United States studying abroad. He always regretted not doing something similar. I spent my great life crossing the oceans for learning, growing and experimenting with new things. “Insecure” and “Rouhi” are words that immediately come to mind when thinking about my experience. This is what I want my children to have. I want to enhance the love of exploration and learn early in it, hoping that this love will travel throughout their lives. The world is a beautiful place. This year, Tokyo was with me. Their next stop? Wherever their hearts and minds desire.