Spring is here
I’m no longer wearing sweaters or jackets but the downside to that is having to iron clothes. I used to be able to hide my wrinkled clothing under a nice sweater or jacket but not any longer. It’s just the price one has to pay for nice weather. A couple weeks back Theresa and I took a little trip to a really nice town with a famous reclining buddha. It really was a gorgeous area and it happened to only be a 5 minute train ride from my house.
After we enjoyed the sites of this spiritual village we went into the city for the annual Dontaku Festival. The parade basically consisted of old ladies in traditional wear dancing in the street along to blaring music vibrating out of tin can like speakers. For one of the biggest events in Fukuoka it was quite dull as evidenced by this father/son bonding.
Anyhow, it’s been a while since my last post. This year has been replayed just like last year. Things aren’t as fun the second time around. We have sports day this weekend. I’m not too thrilled about that but I’ve been assigned the task of being a judge in a costume contest. Thrilling. I’ve adapted very well to Japan now, so I guess I don’t see the humor in as much things any more. And that scares me. I’m starting to realize that I’m actually going to miss this place. I’ve got about two months left and I expect it to go by in a flash. I’m afraid of entering a culture-less society, focused on cars and wealth, fast food and take out, clean lawns and nice sidewalks. I guess it’s reverse culture shock. I’m even beginning to fear that Carl’s Jr. won’t taste as good anymore.
But what I’ll miss the most is probably the most simplest of things: Ramen.
