Scent is a powerful thing. The smell of something can invoke long-forgotten and powerful memories. There are so many I remember vividly; crunchy fall leaves and the smell of smoke in the backyard of my childhood home in Pittsburgh, the springtime smell of honeydew-kissed white flowers on the low tree out front as I buried my face into the fragrant wisps of petals, the spicy and comforting cologne that my father always wore.
Japan smells like something virtually indescribable.
In the early morning, the air smells crisp, with hints of awakening flowers, fabric softener, and the salt water drifting in from the sea. The afternoon brings with it the bustle of the city, all asphalt and car fumes. As evening approaches, though, and the sun begins to dip below the mountains, wave after wave of delicious cooking smells are sent to assault your senses. Spicy sauces, fried bits, grilled meats and fishes, and sauteing vegetables mix to create this astounding and nostalgic smell that reminds you of home, comfort, and warmth, no matter what the season. As night falls, cypress incense carries you home.
I have learned so much from Japan by the way it smells. Each street, each town, each city is different. All invoking some sort of beautiful, vivid memory, even as you stand there creating a new one. You stand looking up at the forest-covered mountains or out at the never-ending sea, at the bright lights of the concrete jungle or the soft lantern glow inside a secluded old temple, and you’re never the same.
There’s something beautiful to be said about this country. Some sort of peace that was rare to come by in the states… or perhaps I wasn’t looking in the right places. Never before have I been so happy to sit under a tree at a park, or on a bench in the city, and watch the world move. It makes me think about perspective; am I the character in some great, unknown play, or is this my own production? Have I orchestrated things just so, so that I can finally sit back and watch the cogs turn without my help? Or has my part come to a temporary pause, and it’s time for me to step away and reflect on things so far? I’d like to think of a healthy mix of the two, but one never knows.
I’ve spent quite a bit of time lately trying to figure out where my “next” is. Staring at the sky, flailed out on the grass at the park, covering myself in a blanket of stars, as if to ask the universe, Now what? I’m comfortable. I have a decent job that pays alright, a big, cheap apartment, access to everything I need, and I can feed myself without worry. I’m doing this all in Japan. This should make me happy, right? …Right?
The next adventure is close, I can taste it. Now, just to figure out… where.
Wow. Been a while. Time for an update! Things that have changed since last time: pretty much everything. I went through an awful breakup, followed by some serious wintertime depression and homesickness. But it’s spring now, and I think I’ve pulled through nicely, in the end.
+ I’ve been doing things in the kitchen! Recent conquests have been massive amounts of banana bread (including a learning experience in which we see what happens when you freeze, thaw, and try to peel a banana), as well as plum wine jam using the uneaten plums from last year’s batch of umeshu (plum wine). It looks gross, but it’s delicious! I’m very pleased with this. The skillet has been very busy with lots of yakisoba (grilled noodles), mainly because it’s damned cheap and I can get ridiculously cheap veggies on the clearance rack every day. Tonight, I successfully fried some tofu so it’s nice and crisp on the outside, and soft in the middle. Throw on some salt and lemon pepper, and hooo boy. Hurrah, kitchen.
+ Discovering tons of great food in the city! There’s a great little middle eastern/Lebanese place called Molly Med’s in the drinking Nagarekawa (drinking district) complete with schwarma, falafel, and homemade tabouleh and hummus. Up in Hacchobori, there’s an amazing Spanish/Peruvian place called Cusco with everything from paella and homemade sangria to Spanish tortilla and tapas, and everything in-between. My next hunt is for a good Korean place, and I’ve gotten wind of a good Mexican place as well. Hiroshima is such an awesome city.
+ I started a wee little garden to see if I can handle not killing flowers! So far, not bad. Since the rains started, it’s been a damned chore trying to keep up with the insane amount of weeds popping up every day. I did some major work today on the post-typhoon weeds, and am thinking of starting an actual little garden back there for onions and peppers.
+ Performed at Itsukushima Shrine last weekend, on the Noh Butai stage, or the main center stage in the middle of the shrine that looks dead on to the tori gate. Hot damn, what a performance. No pictures really as of yet, but it happened! I promise!
+ Well, I guess the only other thing going on is this nice boy. Which, honestly, isn’t going on, because we’re not letting it. Our current arrangement works rather nicely, and I don’t see any reason why I should spoil it by wanting a relationship out of it. And really, I need a breather. So, we’ll go with it as is, which I’m more than pleased with. I’m enjoying just getting to know someone from scratch again. It’s nice to not have to worry about emotions. Never thought I’d be good at something like this, but I guess we can all surprise ourselves once in a while.
So that’s the current state of the Tara. I’m certainly not depressed anymore. Summer is quickly approaching, and I’m working on finding a flight back to the states so I can take a month off and be surrounded by something familiar again; people that I know won’t betray me, pizza and Mexican food, long drives across the bridges of Tampa, and Walmart at 3:30am. My cousin may be able to get me on standby out of Osaka, so here’s to hoping.
Eventually, you raise your eyes from the ground and start looking back at the sky. At least I learned my lesson, and in the end, I’ll be much stronger for it.
Good lord, I’ve been living in JAPAN for over 7 months and I have almost negative entries to show for it. I guess that when my life gets interesting/less depressing, I don’t post as often? Let’s see.
I joined a Taiko drum group on Miyajima. We practice Tuesday and Friday nights. Our first “performance” was yesterday at a matsuri on the landside Miyajima port. It was nothing serious, only various handheld drums and a bunch of walking up and down the street playing some neato rhythms. My first real, official performance is on Saturday the 30th. We have two performances that day. I will make sure to try and get pictures!
Work has been work-like. I have a SLEW of Halloween lessons coming up (the same lesson I’ve been doing since the beginning of October already), as in, I have between 1-5 Halloween “lessons” every day for the next two weeks. By the end of this, I’m never going to want to see a jack-o-lantern shaped paper face mask in my life. The kids are enjoying it, though, and I’m getting group pictures at the end of the class too, so at least I have something to show for it!
Last week, I sprained both of my ankles at the same time when I thought it would be cool to jump feet first into a huge ball pit. Note to self: ball pits are only as deep as one layer of balls. My ankles are slowly healing. I’m off crutches and able to get around decently enough. I’m also able to ride my bike again. Still using a cane, though, and stairs are pretty impossible, but bit by bit they’re healing. I’m not able to push myself up from the floor yet, so getting up from my computer is still a challenge, and any twist of my ankles side to side is still excruciating. Hopefully though, with enough stretching and pushing myself, they’ll heal up well very soon (so I can start wearing shoes other than flip flops and house slippers).
THERE ARE SEASONS HERE DID YOU KNOW THAT. It’s been getting really cold after sundown (around 6:30), enough so that I had to bring out my fleecy winter blanket already. Soon I’ll be ready for sweaters every day! I’m still not looking forward to the actual winter (*whine* I’m from Florida waaaah), but I will cross that bridge when I come to it. I hear it snows when you get up in to the actual mountainy part of my city!
On a similar note, one of my goals this winter is going to be to find an onsen with a rotembero (outside bath) that I can go to while it’s snowing. I’ve been in a rotembero in beautiful, pelting rain, and it was one of the coolest experiences ever. When was the last time you got to stand in a rock-lined hot spring by your lonesome on a misty mountain, surrounded by nothing but trees, bushes, and bamboo, the sounds of the spring’s waterfall near your ear, arms flung out and head back, while big soft drops of rain splashed your face? Quite the awe-inspiring experience, I have to say. I was half expecting fairies to come dancing out of the woods. This was in Tokushima, at an onsen in the deep Iya Valley (which is actually tons of amazing mountains). I’ve had so many amazing onsen experiences this summer, I can officially say that I’m a fan of public baths. So, so awesome! I keep meaning to post about this. Someday, I will.
I’ve been trying to cook a bit, but not as much as I’d like. I’ve gotten really good at making a dish called Mabodofu, which is a sweet and spice Chinese tofu and pork dish. Since tofu is Awesomely Cheap, I’ve been trying to eat more and more of it. I’ve gotten into eating Hiyayakko, which is just silky tofu topped with stuff. My toppings are a fishy-type soy sauce, fresh grated ginger, and chopped scallions. Super easy and quick, and goes great with beer. I’ve also finally learned how to properly cook gyoza so the whole dumpling is nicely steamed, but the bottom is perfectly brown and crispy. In addition, after tweaking a recipe to within an inch of it’s life, I’ve found an izakaya-style pumpkin dish that’s fun, easy, and cheap to make: pumpkin, soy sauce, tons of sugar, sake, and water, boiled until there’s no more water left and the pumpkin is happy and kinda mushy. With winter coming up, my goal is to make as many different curries as I can come up with, figure out the secret to Really Good Nabe, and learn a bunch of one-pot dishes (including rice cooker dishes). I made a curry this weekend using an apple and honey curry block, with pumpkin, sweet potato, apple, eggplant, carrot, and garlic. Hands down, best curry I’ve ever made. Next time, less eggplant, and maybe add some broccoli? Noms.
Another little hobby I’ve picked up is contact juggling. A couple months ago, I ordered a nice silicon 100g stage ball and have been practicing basic balancing with it. It’s something I’ve always been interested in trying, and after finding out my friend Kenny from Ren Faire/Busch Gardens is actually one of the top contact jugglers in the world, figured it was time to give it a try. Granted, I absolutely suck in monumental amounts, but if I get any good I’ll keep you posted.
NOW IS THE TIME ON SPROCKETS TARA’S JOURNAL WHERE WE DANCE LOOK AT SILLY PICTURES AND VIDEOS.
Elementary school teachers in Japan don’t get to dress up as sexy vampires for Halloween.
This will have to do.
This is a short video I made about Chiiori, a 300+ year old restored farmhouse in deeeeeeep Iya. If you like it, please go to YouTube and give me thumbs up!
Two of my third graders made these for me and put them on my desk with this note during lunch one day. The note says “Tara-sensei, please feel free to eat these.” It’s shit like this that makes me absolutely love my job.
The above mentioned Mabodofu! This was the first or second incarnation. I’ve figured out the proper starch ratio so it’s nice and gooey, and I don’t have the spicy chili sauce floating on the top.
The above mentioned Hiyayakko!
The new loves of my life. Ordered from Nissen. I can literally walk all over downtown Hiroshima in these and not have to worry about my feet killing me!!
The Atomic Bomb Dome at sunrise. The lovely Tessa visited me during summer, and this would be the morning after a night of drunk karaoke and “sleeping” in said karaoke room. We were walking back to the train (in our heels and smudged makeup, of course) when I realized we were literally 3 blocks from this. We were in bed within the hour. Doing your major Hiroshima sightseeing and being home before 8am? Priceless.
This summer, I went to a huuuuge outdoor two day concert called Monster Bash, in Kagawa prefecture in Tokushima. Over 30 bands and 2 mild heat strokes later, it was a fantastic time! This was the female half of our international crew: from left, me (America), Hyemi (Korea), Mana (Japan), and our Chinese friend whose name I forgot. (lol)
I’ve always attributed “floating in the ether” to have rather negative connotation. But currently, I’m really not feeling that. I look in the mirror at myself, and boy am I happy with what I see. Confidence, happiness, a general feeling of being content; all these things have found their way to my features, and everyone has been telling me so. That, combined with there being generally less of me in the mirror to begin with, is all adding to the whole Finding Tara plan. It’s working very well, and I’m very happy with it.
So what’s been going on? Let’s see.
First semester (trimester?) is almost over!! Only 3ish more weeks left. I would say it flew by, but it really didn’t. Teaching in Japan is a whole lot harder than people make it out to be! It’s possible that that could be my inexperience talking, or the high standards my company sets for us, but either way, it’s not a total walk in the park. It pays off, so so well, though. I’ve inspired kids to actually LIKE English, teachers to actually USE their English, and I’m even teaching a Japanese/American kid to read English. Even the special needs kids seem ok around me, which I take as a huge compliment. Teaching is the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done, and it makes all the paperwork and annoying pre-lesson meetings worth it. Some lessons don’t go just right, but I’m sure that will get better with time. I’ll get the hang of this.
I finally, officially, own my first box of Munchkin. I can’t believe it’s taken me since high school to buy a set, but now that I can afford it, it didn’t seem so bad. AND I have people here to play it with, which is… pretty much why I bought it in the first place. If Munchkin goes down well with the Agricola group, I’ll be picking up Star Munchkin as well. Hooray!
Oh yes, I’ve been an Agricolafiend. Jordan brought his copy from the states, and since my house is the apparent social hub of Hatsukaichi, it now lives here with me. We end up between 4-7 times a week, with about half of those games involving alcohol. I’ve yet to win a game, but that’s only partially because Jordan was a chess prodigy when he was a kid. He’s got a few moves on me (but not for long!).
There’s another weird thing. Ever since I left the states, I’m finding that male interest directed my way is in no way lacking. …Which is weird. But I’m not complaining!! (Karma, cover your damned ears.) I’m really finding that physical appearance isn’t as much of a barrier as I’ve always been told and made it out to be. It’s all up in the noggin, really. And if someone says “Wow, you’re cool and all, but boy you’re just too big”, well… your loss, jerk. Next!
My most favoritest of udon restaurants just opened up a store walking distance from my house. All that weight I’ve lost? Yeah, it’s gonna come riiiiight back. XD
MY TOMATOES ARE GROWING HOLY GODS Did I mention that I’m getting far too excited about my tomatoes? Your opinion matters not, world, for I am absolutely giddy at the notion that I’m growing my own freaking food. AND I finally found herbs at the Juntendo (think Home Depot), so my next trip there will be planning out my window box. AND, at long last, I’ve started a 5L jug of umeshu, a deliciously amazing kind of sour plum liquor. While it’ll be ready by December, I’m going to hold off until at least March or April to start dipping in.
Summer vacation is coming up quickly for us (mid-July to late August), so if any of you were thinking about hopping over the Pacific/Sea of Japan/Tsugaru Straight, or are in Japan and wanting to explore Hiroshima, you have but to poke me now to make arrangements. Anyone is welcome! I have an extra room with a bed and everything. Plans to go to Tokushima with Jordan are coming to fruition, but that may not be until the first week of August.
Soooo that’s what’s going on. I’m trying my hand at gardening and homegrown things, am surrounded by great people, in a great apartment in a beautiful city in an amazing country, doing something I love to do and sustaining myself by it… What can I say? Japan is making my dreams come true. So fucking cheesy, but there it is.
So how about some pictures?
Look, I’m losing weight! Rainy night in Itsukaichi after 食べ飲み放題 (all you can eat and drink). I am… a little inebriated, let’s say.
The most glorious Engrish you’ll see this week. Taken at my supermarket. It’s trying to say: “From October 1st, we’re charging you 3 yen a bag, no matter what size (cause we’re cheap bastards).”
How all meat should be eaten, all the time. 焼肉 (yakiniku) on a Saturday night.
A stray kitten at one of my schools. She was being taped into a box (Japanese people don’t treat cats very well), so I rescued her between classes to play with her before one of the teachers adopted her. Best afternoon spent at work in a while.
My garden as of 2 weeks ago. It now has two more tomato plants and is doing superbly. This picture looks frail and dead compared to now.
This is Jordan, who I talk about quite a bit. There may or may not have been copious amounts of alcohol pre-karaoke here.
I’m really sorry that I’ve sucked at updating the past couple months. Really, really going to work hard to remedy this now.
Wait, what? I’ve been in Japan for 2 months already?!
Holy crapsticks.
“But Tara, what are you actually doing over there?” Good question. Let’s see if I can take you through a typical day of mine.
M/T/W – 7:15am; Th/F – 6:30am
GOOD MORNING BEEP BEEP BEEP. If my phone had any choice in the matter, I’m pretty positive it would go straight for my throat. My M-W school is a 5 minute bike ride from my house, so I get to have extra sleep on those days. My Th/F school is a 10 minute walk, 20 minute train ride, and 10 minute walk/bus ride away, but totally worth it because I love that school. Breakfast does NOT happen; if I eat anything before lunch besides tea, I’ll get sick during 5th/6th periods, and that’s not a good situation.
8am(ish) to 5pm(ish)
Work. I’m contracted 40 hours a week to the BoE, but the bus/train/class schedule being what it is, and depending on how much I play with the kids after school, I typically spend about 45 hours a week at my schools. An average day is 4-5 classes, which will certainly take it out of you if you’re energetic enough. The rest of my time I’ll spend at my desk planning lessons or making materials, roaming around the hallways high-fiving the kids, poking my head into classrooms, or playing with the special needs kids. I’m getting pretty good being a human jungle gym, have developed a great dinosaur impression, and earned numerous nicknames from the kids for different faces I can make. (“Sakana-me”, which means “fish eyes”, “Shiro-me”, which means “white eyes”, and “Kokao”, which I guess is shortened from “scary face”. Silly kids.)
I teach whatever curriculum the schools want me to teach. At my Th/F school, I’m working on redoing the curriculum, because my predecessor was apparently less than optimal at doing his job. 5th and 6th grade have to learn out of a Ministry of Education textbook called “Eigo Noto” (English Note), which I really dislike. Because of this textbook, I see my 5th and 6th graders for 35 classes a year. This means I see my 1-3 at each school 15 times a year, and my 4th grade 10 times a year. Why yes, it sucks, but we make the most of our class times (except for today, when my third graders were being MONSTERS).
5pm – ?
I keep VERY busy after work, mostly. Tuesday nights, I go to Miyauchi (a few stops down) for weekly Japanese lessons offered by the Hatsukaichi International Association. Daisuke goes with me for the advanced class, and afterwards we will normally go for Tuesday Night All You Can Eat Ramen (his current personal best is 5 bowls; mine is 2. He’s a beast!). Wednesday nights, Jordan sometimes comes over to play Agricola, or Leigh and I will go run errands. Thursday after work, I go out to Miyajima island to eat at Mastumoto’s cafe with Jordan, chat up cute Japanese girls in the manjuu shops, and give them some easy English lessons. We get paid in manjuu, I really can’t complain. Fridays always end up with Agricola and alcohol at my house. Always. I can’t prevent this from happening. Saying no just doesn’t happen.
Weekends
Typical weekend-y stuff. Laundry, shopping, etc. Leigh and I will sometimes to go an onsen (big hot springs type bath, so awesome once you get past the OMG I’M NAKED aspect). Sometimes the four of us will go out for a really big dinner. Maybe karaoke happens. Perhaps a trip into Hiroshima city to go look for something or another. I usually have house guests. Weekends are far too short.
This is all excluding nauseating descriptions of the beautiful temples that I see on my way to work, the fact that I live spitting distance from a UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of the Three Views of Japan (as in, I pass it on my way to work twice a week), and how great it is here. That, however, is for another post and another day.
See? I’m just a regular working stiff with an 8-5 job. I promise I will make a picture post soon to aid in the you-guys-being-here-with-me thing!
Life continues to be hellishly busy and thoroughly amazing. My friends and my current life are working very hard to fill the hole in my heart that last relationship left. It’s going to plague me for a long time, but time (and a whole lot of hard work) will heal the wound and fill the void.
I have found more wonder and pure life in the past 2 months than ever before, I think. There is suddenly more of a crystalline shine to raindrops, more pure energy crackling through the air with each burst of lightning during a storm. Food tastes better, the air smells sweeter. My body moves easier (probably due to the 6-8 kilograms I’ve dropped since my arrival), my mind is able to relax a bit. Daily aspects of life have become simpler; if I need something from the store, I can go buy it without having an existential crisis on whether or not I’ll be able to afford to eat.
I don’t know if these peaceful kinds of posts will stop. I never, ever want them to. I want to be in love with life like this forever. And to think, to have someone to share this with? My head explodes just thinking of the possibilities… but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’m still hanging out with just me, because I am my priority here. Once The Me has been figured out to the extent of proper functioning, I’ll move on to other things on my list.
And with all that said, I’m planting tomatoes this weekend!!!
I feel simultaneously poetic and speechless. Doesn’t make for a good combination, really. But for right now, I’m exhausted. Time for sleepies. <3
As much as I want to sit down and regale the entirety of the past month and a half to you, we both know that it’s just not going to happen. Suffice to say, Spain was phenomenal! I got schooled in European and Spanish culture, and saw things beautiful enough to make me question even my own thoughts. Eventually, I may get around to blogging about them, but for now, I will leave it at that. The experience was eye opening and wonder inducing, and made for a great platform to board my current adventure.
I’m sitting here in my tatami room, the windows open, first glimpses of spring weather finally coming through the screen door, my futon doing it’s weekly airing out on the laundry pole. I have a big can of whatever lemon flavored fruity cocktail alcohol was left over from a rowdy night a couple weeks ago, Indian leftovers coming to room temperature in my kitchen, and the distinct smell of what I can only describe as Japan filling my room. Over the past month, I have finally felt that overall sense of contentment that I can only call peace. There’s a distinct spring in my step, more of a chance to see a smile on my face for no particular reason. While I’ve been working so tirelessly the past few years to get back here, through the ups and downs, I sometimes had found myself questioning if it would be worth it in the end; if this was nothing more than a silly dream, if the naysayers had been right, if this would be a waste of time, if this was, perhaps, all for naught. What if I got lonely? What if I got sick? What if this wasn’t what I thought it would be, and then I would be stuck?
The wise Harry Dresden said that pain and fear are some of mankind’s best motivators. In a sense, that is very true. But someone else said something to me many years ago that has stuck with me, and helped to drive me forward ever since:
“Listen to your heart; the rest will follow.”
I don’t know if Norm, my sophomore year resident director, knew what an impact that would have on my. Hell, I don’t even know if that’s his quote. But I do know that it has become a way of life of sorts, and I couldn’t be more grateful to him for helping to plant that seed of wisdom.
So as the sparkly beverage makes it’s way through my system, and I sit here in a sunbeam like a lazy cat, I’m happy. My life is finally my own. I’m here, with all of you, and with myself.
Life has been a whirlwind. Suffice to say, I’m finally starting to feel content. <3
I also don't have internet yet, so I'm taking bits and pieces of what I can at the internet cafe. There will be a massive update yet to come, but here, have this to tide you over:
Hanami in Hatsukaichi, 3/4/10, with newfound friends.
I have so much to discuss about Europe, I’ll try to do this in chunks.
On Friday, I was dragged out of the house to see Madrid. The day was overcast, and Rachel pointed out that “this is not what Spain really looks like!” quite a few times. After a few rides on a crowded Metro, we emerged in the Puerta del Sol, the center of Madrid. (Sidenote: Madrid is not built in a grid fashion, but in circular radials instead. Puerta del Sol is like mile marker 0 in Madrid.) The plaza is huge and beautiful, complete with a bell tower and fountain. There was some sort of banana giveaway that day, so we didn’t spent long in the plaza itself. We hit a pastry shop and picked up snacks, which we took to Plaza Mayor to enjoy. There was a beautiful market which, while a bit expensive, carried just about everything you could think of. To make up for the failed ones I made a few months ago, I picked up some freshly pre-made pumpkin gnocchi for a later dinner. After tons and tons of walking, we met up with a friend of Rachel’s for some Lebanese food (I still miss the Greenland Cafe, Tampa!), took the Metro back home, had tapas and drinks at a bar, and picked up some fruit at the local market. Productive, tiring, good day.
Saturday was a day trip to Cuenca!! Rachel and her friends had been trying to plan this trip for months, but the universe kept getting in the way. It really was a “Where have we never been before? Let’s pick there and go!” kind of trip. Three hours on a bus got us there, but while everyone was napping (7am bus trips FTL), I was staring out the windows, in awe. Beautiful rolling mountains, destroyed and half standing castles, fields of olive trees… stunningly beautiful, and with earphones in, I had it all to myself. Cuenca (say: kwen-ka) is a historic city, complete with a STUNNING cathedral. We walked through the cathedral, spent some time on tall walkway bridge, and saw houses hanging over the side of mountains. Like any good cathedral, it was at the top of a mountain, so we could overlook the entire city. It was beautiful!! Pictures are posted here on facebook for your looking pleasure.
Sunday was my first trip to the El Rastro Market. The size of this place defies belief! Imagine 2-3 miles of nothing but booths filled with everything you can imagine, at cheap cheap prices. You could spend a whole day there and not see everything! I ended up picking up some scarfs, some cheap omiyage, earrings, etc., and we had a fantastic time. Rachel’s friends were coming over for dinner, but since it was Sunday and everything in Madrid closes, the only supermarket was one in the Metro. A little pricey, but we got what we needed, headed home, and had delicious food and great company for dinner. Rachel because my official translator, as two of her friends didn’t speak a lick of English!
These will be the talking points of my next Spain entry (just to keep myself organized):
(getting around by myself, Palace)
(staying inside, Prado museum, walking around with Rachel, pallaya)
(school with Rachel, Irish bar for St. Patty’s day)
(Alcala)
(Reina Sofia, McDonald’s, Museo de la Radio bar)
(Toledo)
(Rastro again, Fallen Angel park, Flamenco)
I really want to write about Japan, so that will probably be my next entry. For now, I’m exhausted, and it’s bedtime. Training starts tomorrow!!! Wahoo.
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But for right now, I’m exhausted. Time for sleepies. <3
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