“Something has to change” I was sitting in the passenger seat of our small, Japanese rental car, halfway through a bag of 7-eleven chips, miscellaneous rapping paper scattered around my feet. We had been travelling for a month and all intentions of living healthy had pretty much gone out the window.
It is no secret that we fell pretty hard for Osaka. In fact we ended up spending almost one of our two months in Japan in this city and I am not gonna lie, a lot of that had to do with the food. They say Osaka is the stomach of Japan and we have found that to be very true. Food is not only affordable and plentiful here it is also delicious – every.single.time.
“Ahh, sorry I don’t think maybe you cannot go to The USA today” Said the Japanese lady at the check-in counter, polite as ever. My heart started racing as I realised I hadn’t thought about the fact that on my 3 prior trips to The States I always had a ticket out, and that it would be a problem if I couldn’t prove that we were in fact going to leave before our 90 days were up.
On the 7th of March we flew to Okinawa, Japan’s southernmost islands, to meet up with my Japanese friend Fumi.
On arrival you stole our hearts
with your quiet charm and your street smarts
you’re vintage in an old school way
Osaka you make our day!
Beautiful, isn’t she?
The world famous Kinkaku-ji better known as the Golden Pavilion in Kyoto. She is the symbol of cultural Japan, the epitome of nature and beauty united.
Hanging out in the common room of our Osaka hostel one day we started talking to Italian Rik. Rik has been living in Osaka for a year and kindly offered to show us around town.
We looked at each other desperately. Was this it? Had we exhausted all our options? I couldn’t believe it – how could this be happening? Could it really be, that we were going to miss the most important event of the year? Could it really be that we were going to miss – The Oscars?!
There I was. In the middle of the Japanese highland, the clear night sky above me, the soothing sound of clucking water cuddling my ears. There I was. Alone and naked as the day I was born.
Valentines day we set out in a new direction from the hotel. Turning a corner we were suddenly at a pretty high building.