We entered the house through an ingenious door system of a small door (requiring all of us except Cassidy to duck) nested within a larger shoji-screen door, and both of these riding inside a very large swinging door. Inside was a dirt and wood log-section floor that led to a simple dark wood riser. The family's shoes were all lined up here in front of a sliding panel that led to the inner house. We took off our shoes, shed our packs and entered.
Their family was back from school and all four children were lined up to greet us. As would be expected from such a family, the kids were bright, alive and raring to get busy playing.
After we settled in Jeremy took us on a tour of the house. Enormous hand hewn beam of dark wood, some as much as 350 years old, made the basic frame to the home. In traditional Japanese fashion no nails or bolts were used to hold this all together, instead an elaborate and inventive dovetail system was employed to nearly weld the beams and joists together, but allowing for the quick disassembly to move the building to another site if needed.
For the next few days we enjoyed this wonderful family's generosity and kindness. Together we explored the Jomo ruins nearby, learned how to make soba noodles, went to our first Pachinko parlor, ate baby bees in soy on rice, and failed at trying to cook them a Mexican dinner when we could not find one of any of the necessary ingredients.
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