You’re terrible, Barby.
The content below was written last June, and now, it’s November. There’s some humor in the title referring to Japan having elements of home, when right now, I’m not even in my hometown of Manila, where I lived all my life, until now. And I’ve been away. Where am I? You’ll find out soon (in case you don’t already know).
A warning (on top of the warning below): Because some details are hard to remember, I might end up just posting pictures from the other parts of the trip I haven’t written about last June. We’ll call it a photo commentary. I’d highlight bits and pieces of the trip, except that Japan is ridiculously amazing, everything deserves to be highlighted! Parts of Osaka and Kyoto, the two cities we went to, may get jumbled up a bit, but more or less they’re in their proper batches.
This is such a long post, you’ll want to scratch your eyes out mid-way. My story-telling skills are overwhelmed by the mass of events in this trip.
Wow. So it’s June. And because I’m feeling like a grandma on a Friday in one of the most exciting cities in the world, I decided to stay home and get this backlog flowing. It’s been so long since I’ve been here, the WordPress dashboard has evolved into something spiffier.
Anyway. Last April, my best friends and I travelled to Japan at the height of cherry blossom season. It was my first time to go there, but it felt like a coming home of sorts. This feeling could’ve been helped by loving Japan from afar, through pages of Frame magazine, and yellowed books borrowed from the my university library (where I considered not returning one particular book that had pictures of traditional fresh markets and homes).
A warning: Things are hazy in my memory, and I loved every bit of the trip (except for the eel liver incident) which is why this will be photo heavy.