Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
I peered out the fourth story window of my Thursday morning English class. I’d written a short conversation on the board for my oldest and most-beginner students, a very sweet elderly couple. They were running late, of course, because of the rain. The temperature dropped about 40 degrees F overnight and a constant, driving wind…
This week brought two—TWO!!—warm, sunny days!! It’s supposed to rain the rest of the week, but like I told my friend Chrissy on a bizarrely beautiful day in early March, “Acknowledging that it will be cold/rainy/crappy again helps me enjoy today’s weather without interpreting it as a promise for continued nice weather. Then instead of…
I started this post this weekend when it was freakishly cold (think: sleet—yuk!). I’d somehow developed another nasty cold of my own and Chris wasn’t due back from his California training for days. He was able to call me for the first time since I’ve been back to tell me he’d returned to San Diego…
Standing the the sunshine watching birds soar overhead is delightful. Standing in the sunshine atop a crumbling cliff with a rainbow of hang gliders and parasailors floating overhead is downright glorious. My folks brought me here last October after showing me around UCSD across the street—I like seeing their old haunts. Chris had never been…
First weekend back in Japan! What to do…what to do….How about kicking it off with a delightful little tea party along the Hikichigawa? The kitties were not happy to be left inside on this lovely day. Sorry cats. “YOU’LL be sorry!” they were probably thinking. At one point over the weekend I left the window…
I don’t have anything to sayJust photos of a lovely dayOf koi and petals on the streamBirds overhead who chirp and singThe river smell pervades the airThe chilly breeze runs through my hairPetals carpeting the banksWalking dogs declaring rankIt’s early and kids head for schoolAnother year of class and rulesBeginning now in this first weekThough…
Ahhh, home, I found myself thinking on the train ride home from the airport post-Australia last summer. It’s a funny sensation to find yourself relaxing into a foreign country’s sphere of home. Is it home, or does it just feel less unfamiliar? The real trip came last night. I stepped out of the airport into…
