Nara, Japan
Nara, home to a park full of deer, cooked yams for sale, and a giant Buddha, has always been one of my favourite places in Japan. It is only 45 minutes from my apartment, and so I’ve been there many times: for the changing leaves in autumn, for the cherry blossoms in spring, with my father, my mother, my sister, my boyfriend, my best friend. It’s a beautiful and peaceful place.
I’m still in Tokyo, but am leaving early tomorrow morning. All we did this entire weekend was go to the same izakaya twice, drink vodka and orange juice in bed, watch four movies, buy creepy masks from Tokyu hands, and find the banana vending machine in Shibuya. I’m very much all right with that.
