Nagoya garden, Nagoya
Sakura tree blooming in the mountains
Suwa-taisha Shrine, Nagano Prefacture
In the end, the only thing left is memories.
During the last few days of last May’s trip to Japan, I met up with an old Japanese friend who hosted us at her beautiful home in Nagoya. She took us to see her city, showed us its pretty castle and its garden, filled with Koy. She and her family welcomed us. Her parents welcomed us too, and gave us gifts. Her mother went through a traditional green tea ceremony with us. She laid delicate cups and small, carefully wrapped sweets on a low table, then proceeded to prepare the tea for us out of powder which foamed up when she mixed it with a thick brush. The tea was bitter and delicious.
Then our friend took us into the Nagano prefecture. We took gondolas up in the mountains which were still covered in snow, walked through forests filled with still-naked trees, occasionally coming across a blooming cherry blossom tree. While in areas like Tokyo and the Kansai region, sakura had long gone, this high and cold up in the mountains they were not an uncommon sight.
She took us to shrines and temples, and made us eat even more amazing Japanese food. Every meal was memorable, every bite something special.
This time was filled with the bitter-sweet happiness of knowing that you’re having the time of your life, but are about to go home. Home. Of course I was missing home, but there was something about Japan.
Now all I have is memories, and I have shared them with you in a series of posts which I hope have captured my Japan, so I can always remember.
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-Text and Photography by Denise Pulis @www.theartofslowtravel.com. All rights reserved. This is part of Travel Photo Thursday.