well, here we are all sitting around on saturday. we’ve finished early. a quick moment to re-collect on our week that has passed-by almost unnoticed, a blur. not all of it was as romantic as we expected but, very realistic and true. no “it’s a small world” rides, no bs. we worked, we learned, we enjoyed, we bonded and we’ve made yet another set of memories that will be shelved in our sake memoirs.
there were a few touching moments with the toji and kurabito. moments when the cultural and language barriers seemed to melt away and we all were just humans with a common interest. we even had a surprise visit from a neighboring farmer who took the time to serenade us with a very traditional song of spring from time long past. fueled with a sense of completion (and a quick trip to the conveni) we merrily sipped away and enjoyed an almost typical day after work…like we belonged.