So twenty years ago I celebrated Christmas in Yokohama. As I posted yesterday, my mom and I flew from Hong Kong to Tokyo days before Christmas.
I remember driving around Yokohama on Christmas day with my mom’s old friends, the Nakajimas (pictured here with my mom), Christmas carols playing on the car radio as we saw the city’s sights.
At one point we stopped in Chinatown. It was the cleanest Chinatown I’d ever visited, even cleaner than the streets of Singapore (where I spent Christmas with my parents four years later).
Although I’d just come from Hong Kong and couldn’t get enough fresh Japanese food, spending the afternoon in Chinatown wasn’t unwelcome. Because, as Jewish folk know, what’s Christmas without Chinese food?
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate today!