Both of us slept miserably today. Perhaps in anticipation of what was awaiting us, her, when visiting her hometown, the place of a miserable childhood and abuse.
Got the bike. Visited her hometown. A town famous for leaf gold. A beautiful city with many old buildings.
And two parakeets in a bookstore.
We had lunch at an Japanese restaurant. The panko chicken I had, had a very distinct taste, I couldn’t determine at first. Finally I realized it’s lychee. When I asked the waitress, she declined at first, but the chef was near by, heard our conversation and confirmed my finding. He said, I was the very first one to notice ever since he opened his restaurant. I must have a very fine sense of taste.
To finish of the nostalgia tour, we visited the town she lived in, when we met and had a slice of the most fantastic pizza I’ve ever eaten at a street vendor.
After 14 hours on tour, we just came back. Going straight to bed. We’re properly exhausted.