




After a glorious two days at Kita Onsen, I meandered back to the Shinkansen and departed for parts north to spend the weekend at my friend Beau's house. Beau and I went to high school together; I hadn't seen him in like seven years. I met his wife, Chikako, and their baby Noah. We had a crazy time, about which I will blog further in the very near future.
1 comment:
Wow, I remember him! The oboe thing reminded me...
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