“I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,
From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,
I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,
But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,
It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,
It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand
I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.”
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” (Henry James)
After a year and half of living in super inaka (countryside) I feel so alive. Connectivity is vital to life. For as long as I can remember, I have always liked markets and festivals and large crowds. I think this is because positive energy is so contagious and so nice! Though often, in such scenarios, I’d look around and concentrate on what I was not. I’d see boyfriends and girlfriends and husbands and wives and large groups of girls giggling about and I’d see tall women with athletic figures and lush hair and fashionable clothes and bemoan my own life. Tonight, as I walked around completely alone, I didn’t do that for once. I saw the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in yukata (traditional Japanese summer ware) and I saw charming husbands carrying the handbags of their wives and young fathers piggy backing their little ones. I saw couples feeding each other yakitori and groups of young girls holding hands and fans and candied apples and their heads upright to protect their beautiful hairstyles, and I smiled. I rejoiced in their happiness and thanked God I was alive. Alive to share in their transmittable joy and alive to live their spreadable love. What do you think? Is that me growing up?
The first food is a mochi (sticky rice) sweet. Inside is anko (sweet red bean paste) covered with plain sticky rice and lastly coated in kinako (roasted soybean powder). The second is karaage chicken. As you may or may not know, I am a wannabe vegetarian. However; I had to, I just had to try this. Not only did it smell insane, there was a 10 meter line for it and we all know lines mean business. It was amazing. So much so, that I remixed Katy Perry’s infamous song for it in my head: “I ate chicken and I liked it…the taste of it’s…” Okay…so as you can see, it’s a work in process.
I like fried chicken too!!! I freaking love fried chicken! :D
Looks like you are having fun over there! And all those kids too, just chilling by the road side!
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I’d b e willing to travel to Japan if I could have fried chicken from a street vendor any time, and the sticky rice looks delicious. I don’t eat shellfish, but anything else is fair game. Mmmm, thanks for sharing the pictures of the lovely people and the lovely food.
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You’re welcome! Thank you for following along! Are the pictures good? I’m trying hard!
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It definitely made me smile!
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Yay!
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These pictures made me smile too.
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It’s nice to see the people, too, finally (heh-heh)! How is Osaka, Anisa — good?
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THIS POST MADE ME SO HAPPY! Not just the pictures (I squealed at all the pups and the little babes though) but your little anecdotes in the middle–I am happy you feel happy and alive in a big Japanese city :) Much love from one wannabe vegetarian to another!
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Love it!
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Everything here made me smile so widely! I love the photos you shared!
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