On our first night we stepped out to look for food near the hotel. My dad told us to check out Marunouchi Brick Square, which is filled with upscale stores and eateries.
Tokyo’s magic never fails on me. As soon as we stepped out into the beautiful Fall weather, I knew why my dad likes this area. It’s so masculine and sosy.
The first thing that caught my eye was Comme des Garçons, which Sayoko told me to check out.
There are two Comme des Garçons stores in Marunouchi. This one is nearer to the Peninsula.
The beautiful flower shop. (Hint: please give me Christmas flowers!!)
The casual Joël Robuchon café, where I bought three bottles of salad dressing
We ended up in this hoity-toity place called Grill Ukai. Yikes! Good thing my mom was paying.
My sister and I both ordered grill wagyu (200 grams each), but couldn’t finish it because there was no rice and no Coke (read: umay). So sayang.
On the way back I saw Comme des Garçons again, now closed. Made a mental note to come back.
Our Dutch uncle Hans died yesterday in his home in Driebergen. He was 67.
I first met him in Holland in 2000, before Jeroen and I got married, when Jeroen’s mom passed away and he delivered a eulogy during Mass.
He was crazy, funny, lived life to the fullest, and loved to smoke and drink.
He made Jeroen’s mom laugh so much while she was in the hospital.
He first came to the Philippines in November 2000, for our wedding. After that we would come often and stay with us.
He would cook Jeroen’s favorite dish, hachee, whose smell drove me insane when I was pregnant.
Dutch hachee, pronounced “ha-shay”
He loved coming to the Philippines and hanging out with Jeroen until he contracted a mysterious disease on his leg, which they couldn’t figure out in the Netherlands.
He thought he got it in the Philippines and was afraid to come back. But I didn’t think so. I wanted to bring him back here and have him treated and taken care of at home, but he never made it back.
I cannot remember the last time I saw him. Maybe it was 2005. This was taken in Kimpura.
He was devoted to Our Lady. I gave him a beautiful statue of Our Lady, which he took home to Holland. On one of his trips he also brought back a Christmas parol to Holland.
Uncle Hans (L) in his home with Opa
I woke up this noon when Jeroen came home for lunch, and he told me that Uncle Hans had died in his bed at home.
He didn’t die from the skin disease, but basically poor health.
I truly wish he had died in his sleep and that Our Lady and Jeroen’s mom welcomed him to heaven.
It felt like Steve Jobs all over again, just a dark feeling of gloom and sadness. Jeroen and I went to the 6 PM mass today where I cried for Uncle Hans as I want to say I’m sorry for my shortcomings. I’m sorry I cannot hug you and hear you say “ik hou van jou.” But most of all, we miss and thank you for all the help and love you gave our family.
I’m not laughing at the beauty contestant. I’m laughing at KC Montero, who tries to keep a straight face while the beauty contestant struggles with a very difficult question (hell, even I couldn’t answer it). Kawawa naman si KC!!