The other day we felt the ocean for the first time in 3 months. As I was putting on my hoodie and trying to keep warm in the last of the sunlight, Bryson was wading knee-deep in the cold water with a huge smile on his face.
I have to say that Bryson and I have fallen in love with both Kobe and Kyoto recently. Last week we spent our two days off in both cities. We are really fortunate to have met an amazing friend who has been touring us around Kobe on our days off. We met Yasu when we were buying hiking sandals in a little outdoorsy shop here in Osaka. It turns out that he lived in Vancouver for 9 months, and lucky for us, his English is very good.
He’s been showing us the ins and outs of Kobe, and we couldn’t be more grateful. He is giving us the opportunity to visit the city as a local and find the places we would have never seen without his guidance. Yasu has shown us vintage stores, coffee shops, traditional restaurants, and he took us to the beach to watch the sun set over his hometown.
Kyoto is a city that we have been exploring as much as possible during our free time as well. The colours are unreal, and we love immersing ourselves in the traditional culture and crazy crowded streets.
It is really hard to put my camera down these days, as there is just so much I don’t want to forget.
I want to remember the beautiful women in traditional kimonos clickity-clacking down the old cobblestone streets.
I want to remember the tiny little dark alleys we explore, and the faces of the locals who don’t expect to see us there.
I want to remember the old bathroom with the cracked tiles and dried roses.
I want to remember Yasu’s laugh as he watched Bryson soak his pants in the ocean.
I want to remember seeing both the old and new architecture in Kyoto.
I want to remember how hot it was, and how green it was, as we stood overlooking the mountains.
I want to remember the vintage rose-tinted prescription glasses I tried on in the tiny and crowded second hand shop.
I want to remember holding Bryson’s hand and smiling while walking through hundreds of people in the streets of Kyoto, as we tried to find the perfect ice-cream cone.
These are the photos I’ve taken recently to help me remember how grateful I’ve been feeling, and to remind myself of how far I have come.