I didn’t expect it would take me so long to write again. And not just about Japan, but about anything. The margins of my sketchbook at work are filled little thoughts, and the Notes app on my phone is a graveyard of ideas, and yet this blog has sat dormant since before I left Kyushu.
Read MoreTo call Fuka Island small would be generous. The entire village can be traversed in about 15 minutes.
Read MoreNow that it’s well into autumn here, it seems like as good a time as any to get around to a few places I visited this summer. Right on schedule, I’m always a season behind.
Read MoreI am by no means religious, but there are often moments here that feel like something in-between mystery and spirituality. Perhaps I just watched too many Studio Ghibli films as a kid.
Read MoreTwelve hours later, I was packed up and on a train headed toward a town called Ebino. I knew two things about Ebino: first, that the town hosts a cow-jumping festival every year (yes, you read that right); and second, that my company described it as a nice place, albeit being in the middle of nowhere.
Read MoreI, am a hoe for podcasts. Podcasts are peak multitasking nerdom to me.
Read MoreAs it so happens, he graduated from one of the schools I now teach at, many years ago. I complimented him on his English, and his face lit up. Excitedly, he went on to explain that he never had formal training in English conversation while in school.
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