Studio Ghibli day, and other things

Studio Ghibli, with Tom, my friend from the tour.




nawww so sweet!
































The hotel garden was so wondrously decorated, needless to say, I flipped my shit, srs.

Getting back on the proverbial horse.

So it's been a long interval in posting, and to cut it short, my scanner wouldn't work, my internet stopped working, my card reader wouldn't read and my computer broke.
As it turns out, all of these problems stem from one larger hindrance: my computer illiteracy. I have solved the aforementioned issues (not plugged in, not plugged in, not my fault, not my fault).
Without further adieu, I now proclaim my blog to be ACTIVE (it's alive, etc etc).

I'ma finish posting some Japan photos, but not in order because fark that.
So here goes.









Molly!

At least my boyfriend loves me...
Hahaha I was pretending it was a face.
Mother in her fur coat.

When this walk is over, we go back to the hotel to prepare ourselves for an even more drawn out, excessively tiring, torturously long walk. At the time I wanted to die, and thought I perhaps wasn’t far off death. In hindsight I am so glad we went.

It was two in the afternoon and it felt like nine at night.
There is a local market full of exciting traditional Japanese treasures.
We get lost.
I can barely walk. I cannot feel my shoulders and I am constantly almost fainting. I get back to the hotel at six pm and I feel like hell. I fall asleep immediately, and angrily.

These are in no particular order, so make up your own story/order of events.