

Today was sadly the last day of our Sicily trip. We’ve been driving all over the island seeing the top sites, but today Wendy planned for us to stick closer to home. You might think this would mean that our itinerary would be less exciting, but in fact the things we saw today were some of our very favorite on the trip.
Right down the street from Chris and Wendy’s place is the main landmark of Mussomeli — Castello Manfredonico o di Mussomeli. We’ve been seeing this castle all week — it is impossible to miss as it juts high above the surrounding landscape, built on top of a huge outcropping of rock. (It’s kind of hard to see exactly where the rock ends and the castle begins.) But once we were able to go inside, it far exceeded our expectations.


The path wound up the rock, producing views that grew more breathtaking with each step. And substantial sections of the castle were still intact and available for exploration. We climbed spiral staircases to view the upper rooms, and descended into subterranean passages. Between the castle itself and the views stretching across the dramatic hills of Sicily in all directions, we all agreed this was one of the best places we’d visited.

Next up we drove a bit further away to visit Valley of the Temples, site of some of the most impressive ruins in Italy. One thing I’d never realized is that much of Sicily was controlled by ancient Greece. Archimedes was even born here! So what we saw both here and in Siracusa was layers of history building on top of each other. The ancient Greeks would build a temple, which would later be repurposed by the Romans, and then later by early Christians. So when viewing these sites, you’re seeing an amalgamation of different cultures. (One of the most interesting examples was in Siracusa, where there was a cathedral that was built onto a Greek temple to Athena and still contained very obvious Greek pillars running along both sides.)




This was no exception. The temples are situated along a long promenade with an ancient city wall running along one side and olive tree orchards growing along the other, and beautiful views of the surrounding landscape and the sea beyond. The temples are Greek, but Romans and early Christians left their mark here as well. The city walls were repurposed as a necropolis, and you could clearly see the resting places carved out of the rock and old staircases leading down into catacombs.
This was where we encountered the worst weather we had on the entire trip, by which I mean we felt about five raindrops fall on us when heading back to the car. We have been incredibly lucky here with abundant sunshine and 70-ish temperatures every day.



We thought we were done, but the Brookses pulled one last destination out of their sleeves — the nearby Scala dei Turchi (Turkish steps). These are not actual steps, as it turns out, but limestone cliffs at the edge of the sea. We skipped the long walk down to the beach at the bottom, but the view of the bright white layers of cliff descending into the blue-green Mediterranean was a sight not to be missed.



All that remained of the day was a celebratory dinner. We made the most of it like true Italians, with antipasti, main courses, desserts, and plenty of wine. By the time we got back, it was pretty late (largely because it’s just not done to have dinner before 8pm or so here). Tomorrow we’ll be rising at 5am for a trip to the airport, but we wouldn’t have missed a minute.

















































































This was the final day of our trip. It simultaneously feels like it’s been forever, and that it’s gone past in the blink of an eye. We’ve been keeping busy on the outskirts, but today was the first time we headed into Tokyo proper. We were riding in at rush hour, so we definitely got a feel for what Yoshie called the “real Japan”. We had to take a couple of different trains, and on the final one we crammed ourselves into a train car that seemed impossibly full already. But diminutive Yoshie sailed into the melee — and Margaret and I had to follow, for fear of being left behind and lost forever in the complex subway system.
over 100,000 youths volunteered to help with the planting. Now the forest provides a shady oasis in the heart of the city. It was amazingly quiet on the wide, tree-lined paths.
not manage very impressive results. I was just happy that I hit my target at all. After everyone had tried it out, the center presented us all with tote bags and books. (This was very convenient for many of us, since we had quite a few extra items to get back home. The following day there would be many black archery bags getting toted onto the plane.)

When we heard we were having lunch at the government workers’ cafeteria, I admit I wasn’t particularly excited. (We heard this isn’t generally open to the public, but our host group had somehow gotten special permission for us to visit.) But it turned out that this is a lovely space on the 35th floor of the building, with large windows overlooking the city in all directions. Plus the food — a ramen bowl with pork for me — was delicious, filling, and very cheap.
After lunch we headed back down to the lobby, then up another elevator to the observation deck on the 45th floor. The building we were in is one of two twin towers, and there were bag checks and security measures to go up. (Our hosts told us that there was a lot of worry after 9/11 that the Japanese twin towers would be targeted as well.) At the top was a huge room with windows on all sides for looking out over the city. In the center of the room was a gift shop (where, now that I had my tote bag, I couldn’t resist picking up a few more things) and a grand piano that seemed to be open to the public to use. We heard an amazing piano player do a few songs, then another not-so-amazing wanna-be piano player just banging on the keys at random.
After heading down and taking a short train ride, we arrived at Rikugien Gardens. This was a beautiful place, with a large pond and manmade hills providing a lovely backdrop for all the meticulously-maintained landscaping. We’d come at a non-ideal time, in the short window right after the azaleas were finished blooming and before the next flowers hadn’t started — but it did mean a total lack of crowds. This place was absolutely beautiful even now, but I can’t imagine how breathtaking it would be with whole hillsides of azaleas in bloom, or fall colors in the many Japanese maples. In any case we were very happy with our choice of itinerary, and felt that the serene garden was a great way to end the day. (Apart from the train
ride in, we didn’t see big crowds at all — in fact, the streets around the garden were practically devoid of both cars and people. So I guess maybe we didn’t see the “real Tokyo” — but felt we could live without it.)
did this a couple of times, but Yoshie preferred to order the sushi directly from the chef to ensure it was absolutely fresh.) There was also a hot water tap right at the table, along with a box of green tea bags.
The next morning we got up bright and early for the airport, which Yoshie kindly drove us to (and even parked and came inside to see us off — definitely above and beyond the call of duty). I calculated that we spent 31 hours in transit (door to door) before getting home, at around 2:15am NH time. (On the plus side, Margaret and I got to enjoy three more airport lounges, all of which had food far superior to what we were served on the plane.) We have so much to reflect on and absorb from these two whirlwind weeks — we know that the impacts of this trip will be with us for a long time.
We’ve been talking about how different it is to travel with Friendship Force, and stay in people’s homes, than it is to travel as a regular tourist. We feel we’ve experienced so much more of the culture and have had such deep and meaningful experiences here. Today was a good example.
We were also joined by Debbie and Caroline, while the other half of the group went to a Japanese drumming show. Kimi arrived with a large pile of gear, including a chef’s outfit, a big wooden surface, a long skinny wooden rolling pin, a beautiful homemade box for holding the noodles before they were cooked, a wooden plank for holding the dough steady while cutting it, and a big-ass knife. He and his wife didn’t speak much English, but we were able to communicate through Yoshie and with Google Translate.
Kimi followed a very precise process of mixing, kneading, and
rolling the dough, with us attempting to follow him. We added water to the flour in four separate steps, mixing after each. Then it was time for a LOT of kneading. Once the dough because a smooth spherical ball, we shaped it into a round disc, then used a special rolling technique to transform this into a large, very thin square. When he thought it was ready, Kimi brought out two metal sticks 2 mm thick and set them on either side of the dough, then used the rolling pin to ensure that the dough 

Meanwhile, Kimi’s wife had been in the kitchen making tempura for hours. She cooked at least seven different types of vegetables — corn, carrots, eggplant, mushrooms, lotus, sweet potato, pea pods — and I’m probably forgetting some. Once the soba noodles were cooked, it was time for a feast. We each had a bowl of broth/sauce that we used for dipping our tempura and noodles in. Everything was delicious and as usual we ate way too much — especially when dessert came out. There was a fruit salad, and Yoshie (who’s taking an international cooking class) had made a tiramisu. Margaret and I had to go for a walk after lunch to work some of it off.
After what seemed no time at all, we were told that it was time to head off — for dinner. We’d been invited to another hosts’ home — the Togasakis’, where Joan and Annie were staying. There was not parking at their apartment, so we had to park at a nearby supermarket. Yoshie was kind enough to let us make a quick run in there, as I’ve been on a mission to find and buy Japanese KitKats, which come in myriad different flavors. (Why does the US have to
cheerful crowd. The Togasakis had a grand piano (that I would estimate took up about 25% of the floor space in the apartment), and Toga and Mitch played throughout the evening. There was also an encore performance of the ukelele club, with everyone singing along. The member’s daughter performed a mini tea ceremony for us — her family has been doing them for generations — and people told funny stories. It was a great way to spend our second-to-last evening.