I’m sitting at my kitchen table, eating salad for dinner. It’s only half of my dinner, but I make myself eat the salad first–the other stuff is the reward. I’m eating my salad, and the leaves taste sort of fuzzy, and I wonder if I should have washed it first. Probably. I never think about it in America, but vegetables need to be washed here in Japan.
But the real thing is, while I chew on my slightly fuzzy, probably dirty mystery genus lettuce leaves, I realize that I don’t really like salad.
I think back to the past, and know that there are times when I have liked salad. Seriously, truly believed salad was delicious, preferred salad to anything else on the restaurant menu liked salad. But now I have to wonder, am I just horrible at making salad (probably), or at some point in the past did I just trick myself into thinking that I liked salad because I wanted to be the sort of person who liked salad?
If the latter is the case, I’m going to have to reconsider my “dislike” or pizza.
A few weeks ago a friend came to okinawa to run a marathon. On the day she wasn’t running, we went exploring. Originally, we had planned a hike, but after nearly an hour I driving through back roads, unable to find the start location, we gave up, parked the car, and started wandering.
We stumped upon this abandoned bus, high in the hillsides, overlooking a small town, sugar cane fields for days, and one particularly picturesque bridge, built in the arched style of ancient aqueducts. We don’t know the story behind the bus, so as we explored it, we entertained each other by making up elaborate tales about what happened that lead to it’s current overgrown desertion on the hill.
Many tourist places are so over commercialized that they lose their charm to the locals. While most of Okinawa World falls under this category, the cave remains thrilling.
It’s the second longest in okinawa, and features an underground river. Here’s one of the many waterfalls inside.
Some final flowers of the season.
My town in Okinawa boasts the first cherry blossoms in all of Japan. A few weeks ago the trees draped themselves in these tiny bright pink flowers.
The flowers are very ephemeral, and so have by now almost all faded. But pictures remain. This one was taken on an overcast day. I love how against the light grey sky the flowers, branches, and leaves form an almost geometric pattern.