We spent all morning painting posters and preparing flyers for the march at la casa de Doña Nancy. At 3:00pm, we met in Parque Sutiaba, gathered under the shade of a large, leafy mango tree. The stilt walkers in their fluorescent outfits and capes, a boy juggling pins, the dance group dressed in flowy traditional skirts of blue and white, all the kids and their families from our project, everyone standing around and waiting in anticipation for the march to begin. Then Felix arrives and begins to lead the group in a few exercises to kickstart our energy and excitement. We formed a circle and twirled strips of colorful crêpe paper like the ribbons that circus performers use, dancing to the beat of drums. Everyone was shy at first, giggling and half-heartedly twirling the ribbon. Then all of a sudden, a drunk man stumbles into the center of the circle, dancing with such gusto that everyone begins to laugh hysterically. We passed out the posters that were...
Today was the first day of my 27-day solo journey through Japan! After attending (and co-officiating) my best friend Harper's wedding, then bopping over to NY Climate Week, I am finally in Asahikawa, Japan. This will be my longest ever solo travel experience (not counting Amigos, which felt more like working/living in communities vs pure tourism). Currently, I've got lodging booked for the next five days, but the rest is still in the air. Guess I'm just super cool and spontaneous like that. Or it's because I waited until three weeks ago to commit to this trip. I don't have fixed goals aside from visiting Takayama for the Autumn Festival, seeing my friend Linden in Fukushima, and Hokkaido because...seafood. After a whopping seven year hiatus, I'm back to this little blog. I was reading through old posts from Nicaragua and realized that it's been a very long time since I wrote with such candor and depth about my life experiences. It seems like most of the w...