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summer snapshots


... all from my cell phone, because I am lazy that way. This summer was spent in LA, the East Bay and Seattle - though mostly LA, where I worked odd jobs and hung out with my dad. Though it was a bit sad being away from Iain for so long, I was never lonely for long with all my family and friends around:


The grandparents...


...my best best friend Lauren...


...even Teiko was in town! 



There are many things to love about being in California, but the food is definitely high on the list.


above: Maggie and Dad vie for the last of the salad. 


Weekends were spent waitressing at a Vietnamese restaurant. Free pho + getting to talk about Vietnamese food all day long = awesome. 


Also I love Venice Beach :) 




In mid-August, I went up to Seattle to meet up with my mom and see most of the extended Tokuda family. 


Manhole covers like the ones in Japan! 


Cleaning out my grandmother's basement yielded some strange finds. Big League Liniment! No medicine cabinet is complete without it. 


And then Iain finally arrived! Not on a giant slide, as this photo might lead you to believe, but heroically nonetheless on an airplane. Hooray for Iain! 


After Iain got here, we spent a whirlwind few days in LA saying hello and goodbye to family before flying up to the Bay Area...
 


You have to love a city where Howard Zinn is painted on the walls.


Graffiti in the S.F. Mission district.



In San Francisco, we rang in my sister's birthday with a sophisticated and contemplative night of pizza, beer, and Deep Blue Sea. That's Samuel L. Jackson getting eaten, above, obviously. (Happy birthday, Maggie!)


All in all, it was a great summer (especially since, thanks to Hanoi's weather, it felt like it started ages ago, back in April!) I loved getting to spend so much time with my family and reconnecting with life in California while getting excited and gearing up for this: 


Which - finally - brings this very belated blog back into real time, because we leave for Peru on Wednesday. We'll be volunteering for just short of three months at an NGO in the Andes, so the next update will hopefully be from South America. 

happy birthday grandma!

July 2nd is my grandmother's 90th birthday! Happy happy birthday, Grandma!


seattle




The Fremont Troll, who lives, appropriately enough, under a bridge on Troll Avenue.


Back from a weekend in Seattle for three more days stateside; I almost never get to see a lot of this side of the family, so it was really, really wonderful to see everyone before I head back to Japan.




More Tokudas than you can shake a stick at, in which almost nobody is blinking: starting in the upper lefthand corner and moving clockwise: Kip, Pei Ming, Barb, Gary, Mom, Me, Michiko, Alan, Anne, Butchie, Marilyn, Shobo, Susie and my grandmother.


Strangest and best coincidence ever: you can always count on my mom's side of the family to have at least one big dinner at a Chinese restaurant whenever there's a birthday or a wedding or any other excuse to have a big dinner. My great-uncle Shobo's eightieth birthday was no exception - everyone piled into cars and caravanned out past Mercer Island to his favorite Chinese restaurant. When we walked in, a gospel choir on the otherside of the restaurant started singing an amazing birthday song to someone at their table that made everyone in the restaurant stop talking, and we all kind of sheepishly realized we hadn't even brought candles for Shobo's cake. So my mom, ever the wallflower, ran over to their table and asked if they wouldn't mind singing for her uncle as well; they said yes, and when she told them his name, the choir directer's 60 year old husband immediately freaked out because it turns out Shobo had been his high school art teacher and basketball coach more than forty years ago. So not only did they come over and sing a pretty amazing gospel birthday song, but my uncle got to have a reunion with one of his former students;  the guy was clearly thrilled to see him, and they chatted for a long time and he made sure to tell us all how inspiring and wonderful Shobo was. Which is no surprise - Shobo is the nicest man in the world - but I really can't imagine a nicer thing to happen, especially on your birthday, and as a teacher, I can't imagine how wonderful that must feel to know someone remembers you forty years down the line. So, happy birthday again, Uncle Shobo!

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