Matsumoto Travel Blog› entry 14 of 174 › view all entries
September 29th, 2009 – by: domnicella
With at least that in my tummy I was able to check out Matsumoto-jo, Japan's oldest wooden castle.
From the castle I tinkered around town in search of the world's largest meal to feed my elephantine appetite, but alas, only came across some hideous tourist trap, advertising turkey sandwiches and spaghetti and other assorted "American comfort food." I did come across a delightful sweet shop though, and promptly bought myself a small sack of supremely fresh and tender mochi, made on the premises.
I resorted to returning to the (now open) grocery store, and promptly bought them out of pretty much everything. I wolfed some sort of baked roll/pastry thing while shopping (Can you blame me? The bakery is the first thing you walk past and after perusing two aisles and trying unsuccessfully to ignore the mouth-watering scents wafting from its ovens, I gave in and tried to choose something that looked different and interesting, yet not a total caloric landmine like a glazed doughnut or stuffed croissant.), stocked up on milk and juice and tea, and selected an assortment of sushi that would rival anything an upper level restaurant in Miami would offer, as well as a cabbage salad and bags of raisins and goji berries to complement the walnuts next time I need a meal on the go.
After I got back to my guesthouse and inhaled my lunch in 0.2 seconds, I realized how early it was in the afternoon and decided to pack up and head out a night early since I wasn't enjoying the guesthouse itself, it was raining and crap outside, and I had covered pretty much the entire town already -- what was the point in hanging around to fester in the gloom? I sat on the front porch reading my beloved Miss Austen for what seemed like decades (but was really a little over three hours) until the owner returned, and asked to leave early.
Fun aside: as I was sitting on the porch reading in Matsumoto, a Japanese man walked by and waved, said something or another, I shrugged, he came closer and smiled, and proceeded to carry on an entire rapid-fire conversation with me in Japanese. The whole time I'm smiling and nodding and clueless as can be. He was very friendly and apparently very surprised to find a guesthouse so far out of town (told you I had to forge a river -- and you thought I was joking), and I think making comments to that affect. He waved goodbye and walked off, only to return a few minutes later and toss me a cold coffee from a nearby vending machine where he had apparently just bought himself one too. It was so sweet, and I wanted to gush to him what a pleasant surprise it was, but of course couldn't, so merely squealed "domo arigato!" after him several times.
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