Supermarket package of boiled firefly squid

Little snack… big adventure??

There are relatively few things that I won’t eat (or at least try)–just ask my closest friend Claire, who I once dragged to Miya’s Sushi in Stamford, Connecticut just so we could eat their “invasive species” sushi dinner–so when, the other day, I was wandering around Life Supermarket and came across a little package of what looked like tiny purple squid in the seafood section, I was immediately intrigued.

Yakitori chicken stand in Japan at street food vendor market

Little differences, part 3

So many little surprises that keep popping up, almost every day. It’s a delight. (Continued from last time…)

  • Japanese people are exceedingly polite. You will hear arigato gozaimasu (which, to my untrained ear, typically sounds more like “are-EE-gah-toh-DYE-mass-soo”) many times daily. I still need to learn how to say “I’m sorry”/”excuse me” since my copious and corpulent Western body is certain to cause some disasters that have yet to occur.
Detail from local recycling guide

Little differences, part 1

I thought it might be interesting to compile a running list of the little differences I notice as an outsider visiting a brand new cultural landscape. Note that none of these observations are meant as criticisms or critiques, as I don’t believe that there is necessarily a “right” or “wrong” way to simply be. Rather, my intention is to try and cultivate more mindful awareness of my environment, regardless of where I am, and challenging my own pervasive, preexisting notions of “how things are supposed to be done” seems to be a good way to do that.

Plus, it’s just fun!