Home in Kabul’s "Politics of Kissing" got me thinking about cross-cultural kisses. 

 

Kisses were not part of everyday life in Japan. Even hugs went AWOL.  Japan is a country of public restraint. No PDAs*, as Iggy might put it.

 

I remember when my mother hugged the Japanese fisherwoman whose family had adopted me as a mascot. It was shocking. But Yasuko accepted it in the spirit of warmth in which it was given. 

 

During three years in Japan, I was never hugged or kissed by anyone other than my boyfriend. Did I miss those expressions of affection? I’m not a demonstrative person. The formality of Japan reinforced my restraint. 

 

To read more about kisses, see "Kisses, Part One" and Sunday Scribblings

* PDA=public display of affection.