Mount Osore, whose name is generally translated with Dread Mountain, is a sacred mountain raising in the middle of the Shimokita peninsula 下北半島, in the northern part of Aomori Prefecture.Continue reading
As far as I could perceive at that time, Okazaki is a medium-sized city, laying on wavy hills and crossed by the river Yahagi. Being used to the italian and european cities, the first thing that came to my mind was to find the city center, a sort of core (the most historical, or the most populated, I don’t know…) where the ordinary city life would be articulated: this is a mistake I did several times, even later in my trip.Continue reading
I received instructions to call the school once in Okazaki, in order to have the school shuttle to pick me up. Let me repeat it. I had to speak at the phone (a huge effort for me), in Japanese, after what was more than one whole day without sleep (around 36 hours). I guess truly young people don’t have problems with this; I had. Mostly with the three things combined.Continue reading
The year 2008 is very far away, too far to recall it in details. It’s a blurred memory of my first time with Japan. I want to try and recover, in the mazes of my memories, all the feelings, vibes and sensations I still treasure within me, to give a meaning to this beginning.Continue reading
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Among the trips that most left a sign in my eyes and (romantically) in my soul, I must mention my four-day trip di Hiroshima. If I remember correctly, I took advantage of Obon festival celebrations, during which school was closed, to plan four days in the city I always dreamt to visit.