On Saturday, the weather was sparkling, the air was crisp, and the sun was shining. I headed up the mountain on a good long walk, to clear my mind, clear my throat, and escape the apartment. Walking along the country roads just up the hill from my place, I couldn't believe what an instant difference I felt between the city and the country. I felt less stressed out walking through the quiet fields and small shacks where farmers either live or keep their tools. With me, I carried my walking stick from Mt. Fuji, as well as a small bandanna wrapping up a book and some bread for lunch. I was told my one neighbor that I looked like a Buddhist on a pilgrimage. Maybe he was right: I got a lot of strange stares during my walk. I'm convinced walking is the best way to see any place. It is so darn slow that you can't help but notice pretty much everything.
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