Another fine breakfast in Japan: yogurt, hot miso, and gigantic toast. They even gave me cereal to make me feel like I was back in Portland.
Tag: Oshougatsu
Omedetai
Wrenched from the blissful throes of slumber by a hideous beeping demon embedded in my phone, we arose, showered, and attempted, doubtless unsuccessfully, not to look like two half-dead zombie creatures moments ago exhumed from the grave.
Hatsuhinode
***Mt. Misen, Part III***
The soft glow of dusk unfurled before us as we attained the summit of Mt. Misen to watch the sunrise.
The soft glow of dusk unfurled before us as we attained the summit of Mt. Misen to watch the sunrise.
Hey, Hey, We’re the Monkeys!
*** Mt. Misen, Part I ***
Awoken by our iPhone alarms at 2:30am, we clambered as from an unhallowed grave to dress ourselves, and elope into the night.
Awoken by our iPhone alarms at 2:30am, we clambered as from an unhallowed grave to dress ourselves, and elope into the night.
Oyasumi, 2013
We returned home to a spread of delicious sushi. Awaiting us was Hisako’s mother and father, of course, as well as her sister, Atsumi-San, and her sister’s husband, Kesuke-San.
Destination: Ground Zero
We arose to the frigid dawn, breakfasted, and dragged our corpses to the car. Destination: Ground Zero.