This post is late by around five months. Life, uhhh, finds a way. To get ahead of me, I mean. Anyway, where is it written that posts should be instantaneous? I’d like to think of these photos as pickled snaps.
Late last year, my best girl friend rings me up in the dead of night asking if she was going to book a trip to Japan because there was a promo on flights and time was of the essence. I vaguely remember answering in the affirmative. Woke up the next morning, thought I dreamt the whole thing up until she demanded I pay my half of the airfare and hotel reservation. Come March, we were in Japan.
It was quite the adventure.
She likes to plan ahead, I like to wing it. She always checks her phone’s GPS and maps, I like to wing it. She was concerned about train and bus schedules, and if there were museums we should check out, while I like to wing it.
I liked getting lost and snapping photos of interesting shrines. She was freaking out, convinced that every place I wander off to was going to be a cemetery and that I was disturbing some malevolent Japanese demon who would follow us to our shared hotel room. No such thing happened. But I did end up getting us to a cemetery once. We backed out quickly.
The great news is that we didn’t end up killing each other on the trip. Which may well mean that this friendship is going to last forever. ❤
It’s great too because she’s the clear-headed one while I am stubborn. She warned me before the trip that it was going to be cold in Japan when we get there, 4 degrees on its warmest days. And I, as a tropical island girl whose only reference of cold is Baguio weather (21 degrees), brought a long-sleeved flannel shirt and a nice cotton jacket.
We got to Japan, and the temperature drops to -2, with a flurry of snow. I had so many regrets in that moment. She then pulls out an extra coat and a pair of gloves because she expected this. Friends don’t let friends die of cold in a foreign country!