Lost in Translation
- (A little paraphrased from the actual conversation, but it went a little something like this...)
- What I think I'm saying to my girlfriend in Japanese:
- [I do care for you and, from the day I met you, I haven't stopped caring for you. My heart and thoughts are heavy with recent events, so please try to understand. I will do the best I can, so please believe in me.]
- Girlfriend, in English:
- ...(laughing) What? Sorry, that makes no sense. Say it in English, please.
- (Japanese is hard; making heartfelt conversation is harder.)
These Idle Kyoto Days
Thinking about how I imagined this summer would be a month ago, the inescapable fact of life on this Earth speaks to me from the back of my mind:
Everything is constantly changing, for better or for worse.
As I sit here in my single apartment (that would barely make “studio” status in the states), I think about how things turned out differently than I hoped for this month. Today is May 28, one month since I returned to Japan, and the past month has been a mix of things both good and bad, wonderful and near-despairing.
Nine months later, I find myself on Tumblr again.
It has been quite a while since anything went up on this page (except for that little post about something in the works, namely this current entry). Also, I apologize to all those theater buffs I offended out there by associating that scene from the prologue to the wrong song. My sincerest apologies.
Last time I left you, I was traveling through northern Japan in the (now devastated) region of Tohoku, about to head to Hokkaido…
Suddenly, nine-month hiatus. No warning, no explanation. I apologize to anyone who checked my blog from time to time, looking for a new entry. For lack of a better expression of regret, this colloquial articulation will have to do.
“Sorry. My bad.”
Samurai, Typhoons and Bears, OH MY! (A Day in Kakunodate)
There are few things more enjoyable in life than waking up late to the sound of soft rain beneath a warm down comforter. For me at least, anyway.
That was Saturday morning, waking up in my private room at Kuroyu onsen. The rain had started in the night and tapered off to a drizzle by morning. As such, the grounds were covered in mix of rain, mist and steam that swirled in the mountain air.
Steaming Hot Springs, Ice Cold Watermelon and Lukewarm Sake: Kuroyu Onsen
Friday the 13th: I was standing in front of Tazawa-ko station, waiting for the bus that would take me to the mountains.
Missed the first bus by 8 minutes, so the next one was 3 hours later. Yep, it was Friday the 13th, all right.
However, that was the extent of the bad luck I faced that day. Once the bus came and I was on my way, my anxiety and body temperature both cooled off. An hour after winding through mountain roads, the bus stopped at Nyuto Onsen, which consists of many smaller onsen, one of which being Kuroyu (Black Water) that I had a reservation for.
Oh, for those of you not Japan-saavy, onsen are another word for hot springs. Here in Japan, that word is also associated with bathing facilities, luxury inns and blissful relaxation.