My home stay mother Eriko, myself, and Eriko's sweet friend Natsuki.I bought each of us flower rings and had Eriko's husband Rey take a "girl power" picture.Sorry for the delayed posting. As usual, I'm posting pictures of various activities that we did. Sometimes I can account for the places where the photos were taken and others, I can't. We moved around so much and met so many people that I'm not quite sure which picture belongs to what activity with a specific rotary club. So please forgive me. While my memory may be bad, I will never forget the wonderful people we've met and the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity we were given to get a glimpse into your lives. Here are a few more standouts.

During a night of karaoke, Dave-
san took this picture of Daniel-
san. Doesn't he just look like a poster boy for rotary?
This night his repertoire included a few Japanese selections, most sung the way Daniel-
san likes best, opera-style.

These are costumes that children use every year at a
matsuri (festival). This museum rotates the costumes used for the festival twice a year.
I wish I could remember the name. This was taken during a week where we changed clubs every day for what felt like 7 days in a row.

This activity was quite fun and took us all back to our arts and crafts days. We each got to make a rice paper postcard, a coaster and a book mark.
You lined your little rectangle with brown rice
goo and began a process of dunking and swishing. You dunked it into the water, kept a little on top of the rectangle and then swished the water forward and backward, then side to side, and then dumped the water out. You did this three or four times.
Then you moved on to a station where you removed your wet postcard from its wooden frame and placed it onto a
handkerchief. You lightly used a roller on it to get the last bit of water off and to
smooth it out, before moving on to the ironing phase. Then your ironed it over and over again until dry.

This picture doesn't do this guy justice. He is HUGE and stands guard outside the gates of a ginormous Buddhist temple that we visited in
Sado island.
We learned that he looks mean because is meant to keep you on the path to enlightenment.

This was taken at the temple. I left this temple--which had gigantic trees at least hundreds of feet tall and that would need 10 people to wrap their arms around their trunks-- very inspired by nature. I've been a desert-dweller for so long, I've forgotten about the color green and the peace plants can bring.

This was my host-father on
Sado island, Di-
san. He does all of the cooking at home, which was quite surprising to me considering that it's still traditionally considered a woman's role.
He and his wife Mi-
san are a very fun-loving couple. Di-
san could not pronounce our names, so I became
Kura-
san and
Kenja became Ken-
san (a nickname she informed him wouldn't fly with anyone else).

This is a picture of Princess, one of Mi-
san and Di-
san's children. She is laying on a wooden floor that has a heating system built into it. It feels wonderful to walk on without socks in winter.
Di-
san builds and renovates houses and sells fireplaces. He has his hands in a few things since 1,000 people leave
Sado island a year and the island has many abandoned, decaying homes.

Now this guy, whose photo I took at the aquarium in
Niigata, looks like he has human lips.
Maybe he's smiling? Or maybe he sees something he'd like to eat for dinner?

I had to put this picture of
Nozawa-
san and I together because I teased him incessantly. He is such a sharp dresser and has his initials engraved on the cuffs of his dress-shirts that I referred to him as Japan's version of 007.
Here I am trying to assume a Bond Girl pose. We're both trying not to laugh.
Maruko-
san, I miss you. This darling girl is the daughter of my last
home-stay parents
Nori-
san and
Momo-
san. They are the hippest young couple I've ever met. They have a cozy apartment in
Niigata filled with cool stuff and books everywhere.
Maruko made me breakfast one morning. She makes the best eggs! Everyday she would write a message for me on her white board. Then her mom,
Momo-
san would translate.
On this night, she drew
Manga-style pictures of her family and I. I'm the bottom character with the nice hair and red lips :-)
On my last day, she and her brother
Kinta collected yellow and red leaves for me and
Maruko made me a beautiful fall bouquet.