Unfortunately, I’ve waited a bit too long to start/finish these posts. Even though I have my notes, I’ve kind of lost touch with the feelings associated with them. Nevertheless, ganbarimashou.
From May 16-May 18, I met up with my Aunt Joanne and Uncle Lowell in Hiroshima. This was my third trip to Hiroshima and I’m continually amazed at how no matter how many times you’ve been to a place, there’s always something more to see or do. Even places I live in have this same quality; like old friends, they still have the ability to amaze and surprise. Hiroshima is one of my favorite cities in Japan precisely because I have visited it so many times. Each time was only for a few days and I didn’t do a lot of sightseeing on each of my visits, but I was able to explore and experience fully, to absorb slowly.
Additionally it was wonderful to see my aunt and uncle. They’ve always been my favorite relatives – they’re intelligent, interesting and they like to read and travel. I always enjoy talking to them at family gatherings, but this was the first time that I felt I could really talk to them about things in depth and get to know them beyond the usual catching up. We talked about so much and yet I still feel there’s more to say. I’m really looking forward to spending more time with them when I return home.