another month and a half has passed and everything here is different. but let me start from where i left off.
iām so grateful for this day. the sun shone bright and i was spoilt by seven amazing people who showed me how the japanese do bbq picnics. amazing. so much food. and then there was the lake itself. okay so the sand felt like daggers on my feet, but the water was beautiful and clear and thereās nothing quite like playing volleyball in the water, followed up with watermelon and sāmores. soki let me sleep for most of the drive home, but the view which i caught before my eyes drooped was stunning.
my feet weep when they see this, but everything else is perfect
improvised sāmores hahah
after a crazy rush to make the last train home from the airport with vini, one of the best weeks here began. it was rather unfortunately my exam week, but we somehow managed to fit in a few trips around the place regardless. pictured below, there was our kobe visit (ft. kobe beef steak and kawai neko), and a fishing restaurant where you fish your own fish and then they cook it for you (totally worth it for the experience, but the fishing is really just takingĀ the rod and trying to hook the fish onto it by force).
but it wasnāt the food that made this week amazing (although watching him devour 18 plates of sushi was quite spectacular). from the tenjin matsuriĀ fireworks down to the rainy walk from the dorm to uni to study, there was just something wonderful about being able to share a new life with an old friend. thanks for visiting! ^______^
my first time wearing a yukata out, my second time seeing my beautiful host sister, and my third matsuri in japan. my host grandmother spent the afternoon perfecting us so that we could twin our way into the event, and iām surprised i still fit in the outfit after all the food we ate. japanese festivals are simultaneously bustling, loud and extremely orderly. i am gobsmacked every time. the dance parade was on point, and so was the band that serenaded the gorgeous sunset as we headed back to my host home. <3
august 1-6: vacation bible study
a full week spent with beautiful japanese children and a dedicated team from america who came to share the love of christ with this country. i had the pleasure of working in the art and craft room, watching children wrestleĀ plasticine lumps into cute sea animals. i donāt think iāll ever forget the dances to the theme songs which were played every morning and afternoon, and iāll certainly always remember the encouragement and love that i received over the week.
they later painted these adorable turtles T_T
my own little creation (disclaimer: i quit art class in 2009 and never looked back)
it was a tough week though. alongside vbs, there was the end of semester (and four major assignments), and the goodbyes of so many incredible people i met here. the days were a rollercoaster of emotions; joy with the kids, tears with a farewell party or dinner or karaoke and then frustration with an essay in the early hours of the morning, knowing iād be awake again at 7 for vbs. everything was worth it, but i probably wouldnāt choose to live like that again haha.
august 7-11: the beginning of the holidays and more farewells
the first thing i did after my last essay was submitted, was eat super fluffy pancakes from āshiawase no pancakeā (ćć£ć”ćå¹øćććļ¼) with angie. sadly, the rest of our a cappella group werenāt able to wait out the super long line, but i hope next time we can eat it together! the pancakes were cloud-like. ;__;
then there was my first confrontation with a room being suddenly empty. and so the very first person i met in the dorm packed his things and flew away. eep. </3
and then there were group farewells in the forms in the forms of a takoyaki making party (and then more karaoke).
so much å¹øć that i almost couldnāt finish it
my ocd for this unaligned photo lost out to my tiredness. sorry guys haha.
and this was just the beginning of the goodbyesā¦
the last dormy trip, and on day 1 the nine of us shared memories of the best udon ever, a beautiful temple on a stinking hot day with a beautiful view and entirely not enough shade, and then working off the udon (and kakigori) by walking up 1300 steps for another temple with another view. also, the sunset out the van window was gorgeous.
i would go back there just for this bowl of goodness
obligatory stylistic shot
kakigori (shaved ice) with real fruit flavouring!
and then a lot more stairs
and then even more stairs
but this made it worth the death of my legs
and then began the most terrifying drive of my life, up and down a pitch black mountain road which was only just wide enough for our huge van and definitely not wide enough for us to turn back if things got too difficult and oh boy i really actually said goodbye to my family in my mind. somehow, we survived though, and made it to our accommodation, and we were welcomed in by this beauty.
the rest of the days were similarly filled with pretty scenery, good food and good company.
drove through another mountain and eventually found this
and this surprisingly inappropriate guy chilling on the top
sushi train and this delicious monstrosity
swimming illegally in this beach oops
more view from pretty castle
probably my favourite view because of the 239829384 hawks soaring around like they owned the place
the castle (in the back right corner) that some of us forewent
because there was a matsuri selling kakigori and toffee apples nearby hahah
most serene sunset by the seaside
naruto whirlpool, without the whirlpool, which was on the other side of the boat. but instead, there was this weirdly still waterā¦
yay more matsuris and children in the paradeeee
august 16: yay more visits!
this time from my churchies back from home :D yay for kaisen don and the worldās biggest kakigori, topped with cheese and tart base and mangoes. :3
who knew cheese on shaved ice could taste good? well done, pablo.
august 17-19: ieshima and si camp
originally, i was going to skip this trip. going to an unheard of island with 20 people who would speak mostly japanese, most of which i had never even met before, for 3 days while my friends back in osaka were leaving so soon.. and honestly, iād just gotten back from shikoku and would be leaving for tokyo straight afterwards. i had every intention to back out and forget about it.
i cannot thank God enough that i went. firstly, the island was breathtaking. and then the people were so incredibly welcoming that the language barrier was only a minor challenge to overcome. and the weekend was relaxing, not just physically but emotionally, as these guys encouraged me in Bible studies and prayer and chatting and games. it was like being back home, at a church camp or youth camp, and just feeling loved for the mere act of being there. thank you everyone! ćæććŖę¬å½ć«ććććØćļ¼i will never forget the sound of your voices, joyfully singing songs of praise in the moonlight on the silent pier. i may not have understood most of the words, but it sent chills down my spine every time.
the water is see-throughā¦
the bay where our lodging was located
the horrendously uneven stairs up to our cabins
this weather though, and our doorstep beach
cute model of the little island
august 19-25: the capital
for a six day trip, i took almost no photos⦠oops. tokyo was completely different from what i expected. what iād heard about it was that it was a big city, busy, bustling, fast-paced and kind of cold. i wasnāt expecting to like it at all. all those things were pretty much true, but the buildings were beautiful and there were a million things to see and all the different parts of the city had its own charm.
unfortunately, half the days we were there were affected by a big typhoon so we were trapped inside our small airbnb shack for entirely too long.
we still manage to eat well though. :3
and iāll certainly be back to do my share of shopping. ;)
shopping wasnāt my only goal of going to this city though. it was here that i said goodbye to a few of my favourites here. drinks at a pub, a few rounds of pool and knocking on a hotel door to wake someone up to say bye.. these were the best parts of being there, but also the worst.
by the end of tokyo however, i was re-exhausted physically and emotionally, and found myself once again severely homesick for osaka. and once again, my dorm totally had my back. i returned to a huge group of beautiful brazilians ready to go out to dinner.
dwahh i love you guys more than steak. and maybe even more than all you can eat ice cream bar <3 obrigada!
finally. third time lucky and we finally made it to this place together. after a day of indoor rides because oh my goodness the sun is truly intense, we shared some takoyaki from the museum (that sounds worse than i expected) and headed to the city to part ways.
due to some unforeseen circumstances, we ended up shopping together, buying coffee and heading home together to find the (once again) beautiful brazilian crowd cooking up a pot of brigadeiro in the kitchen. best. night. ever.
as a last time get-together for a group of friends here, we roadtripped out to a ninja town in kyoto. although the ticket in was a little pricey and we had to pay for a few of the attractions inside, i absolutely adored every aspect of this place.
from the general architecture..
to the ninjas all over the rooves
and this little nature strip with the distant kung-fu panda looking temple in the back
and zenzai, which iāve been itching to try here since i read about it in one of my class literature pieces
and people dressed up to fit in as well (honestly iām not sure if i was meant to photograph these guys haha)
for the 4 or so hours that we were there, we escaped from a ninja house through hidden doors, watched a ninja fight, and took a million pictures in the trick art museum (ohmygosh these things are so clever i cannot even) and explored the general area.
also on a side note, i went full japanese this day, and matched outfits with j. just saying, but it was more fun than i thought it would be. no judgment please.
august 29-31: theĀ breakage of my heart
if i had thought the farewells earlier in the month were bad, these last three days have been those moments rehashed over and over and over and over. dinners and small parties and small gatherings in random places near the dorms, and world war three over who stole the scales once again. and little by little, the goodbye party shrunk. now, as the end of the month has finally arrived, the lounge is a quiet hub for the survivors. just a handful of us who had set up our laptops to spend the day here catching last moments with the people who had left during the day.
two weeks more and the newcomers will arrive. i canāt wait for this room to be alive again.
day #165: everything is intact except myĀ heart another month and a half has passed and everything here is different. but let me start from where i left off.