Most attractions near Mizusawa, the city where my family lives, I have now seen. One or other Sehensmerkwürdigkeit met yet.
weekends and holidays are family days for the free exchange of sports days or so-called. For young people this means mostly organized sensory overload. For me, it actually means relaxation. I have indeed much to do for the university, but as I have time during the week have time to work, I roll on the weekend, preferably just a little with my brothers and sisters around on the tatami until we eventually an activity superior for the day.
On the first day off we have "Kenji no Gakko" (Kenji's school) attended. The funny thing is really just the friendly salutation of the famous Japanese author Kenji Miyazawa by their first names. But we are all in Iwate, just like the good old "Kenji." In this sense, the presentation and marketing of these personality impressive from the prefecture of Iwate. 
addition to the "school", consisting of small huts in which - without too obvious reference to "Kenji" - are animals, stars, flowers, and other pedagogically processed possibly valuable, are it is a fairy tale village, whose charm consists predominantly of great design ideas, also a house with proper information about Kenji Miyazawa, we have omitted but cleverly, and of course more than a souvenir shop, where I Wine -Jelly've found. It's amazing how in Japan can pull from a seemingly dry topic of a completely meaningless trip. But as long as it is not something that makes me really interested, I like this 
The next experience was for my Japanese friends with whom I had gone out to eat, rather bizarre. When we after dinner and our traditional fireworks (Hanabi) (fireworks sparklers = consumption) shopped, we found this ...
Those who have no Japanese can and try to interpret the images, I can not calm alas! For indeed it is here to sparklers, which are to smell the burning of the Japanese curry rice. This inscription was, of course means that we first round only once or not at the lighted sparklers, which we of course had formally abolished until the end, come. We agreed that at least some way "different", maybe even smell "spicy". The highlight was then that we lit the sparklers and our heads as possible tightly clustered around it to all eager to take the stinging smoke through the nose, cough and eventually realize that even Japanese products do not always deliver what they promise, or rather yet, after all those products just promise bizarre experiences and this has been fulfilled - with or without curry smell. 
On another day off I had hoped to go to Ichinoseki to the famous Kakko-Dango (Dango = soft dumplings made of rice at the battered skewer with various Sauces coated) to eat. These are, first, second, incredibly delicious and can not in the coffee itself but also on the other side of a canyon can be ordered. Do this create the money in the basket and knocking - like my sister here - twice on the wood. Then the basket is pulled up, filled with Dango and green tea and high speed is sent down. That the basket is equipped with a Japanese and a German flag is because we were turned around only in the café and were able to look into the chamber in which the basket is filled. The men were so well equipped, that they are out looking like a suitable flag could and could not play the national anthems CD, the German anthem, while the basket raced across the ravine. What did the guests were at the other end, I do not know exactly, but on the monitor to watch them some uncertainty 
. The board is full of pictures and also we have perpetuated We had the chance to pull the basket all at once, but not send down, for that a little exercise is necessary for the tea, which just on the Dango- Box is made, does not fall over in the fast ride. Once we at the Café had eaten, so we went even to the other side of the gorge and were promptly re-infected the flags, waved and eventually the extra portion that says "Good day" settled in Japanese phonetics. 
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