After more than 21 hours in planes and no sleep, I got to Narita where my husband was waiting for me on december 23 afternoon. I was already in a following mode at that time. Time in plane is not just long but also boring. After some other trains we got to Kyoto Tower Hotel for the first part of this trip.
His parent where waiting for me. I took this opportunity to give them the gift I brought in Québec. After some chat we went to eat. Japanese loves to eat and drink alchool. For my part I try now to get some food more close to my taste. The first trip I made I tryed a lot more. You don't know your need and taste untill you make that kinda of trip I guess. Now I know that I like meat and solid food (witch makes my husband laugh). Most of the food in japan is soak in liquid and smooth. Everything they like most have poor consistance. Most of the time it taste the same. They also put a lot of mayonese or sauce on it (so it can taste something).
I'm used to different and strong taste like pizza, souvlaki, steak, shawarma, fied chiken, Paté chinois, Show ming..etc. I think in Québec, you can really eat everything in one week with the real taste they suppose to have in each country it came from. Even japanese food is same taste in Québec. For sure we made a western selection of japanese food (the consistant and tasty one), but those we put on the menu taste same as here. In Japan all 'Western' food restaurants are runned by japanese for japanese. Everything is addapted to their taste. Since only 1.5% of people are strangers, and only few of them posses restaurant. To find a place to eat a normal italian pizza (peperoni, tomato, cheese) you need to search like crazy. I think that Japan need more immigrant to enlarge their taste without modifications of the innitial recipe. In supermarket they have all the ingrediant to make them taste same as Italia, Québec or Iran.
In Québec it's the opposite, most restanrants owners are immigrant. From all around the world. I would say....maybe close to 60% for sure. It's really the opposite. Here in a train I am the only stranger...in Québec sometimes I am the only white on a bus. We don't look at people like they are different but here I feel sometimes like a bunny surrounded by wolfs. It's a strange feeling. But I don't really care. What I care most is language. Since no one here speak english I have to rely on my husband in all communications. It piss me off sometimes. When He will live with me in Québec, he will teach me everyday so next time I come home I can speak more and more.
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