Back in Time with a Jetsetter

With the insistence of Daniel, I have decided to upload our adventures across the globe. These pictures are from last May when we were supposed to go to Japan for Daniel's best friend's wedding. Unfortunately, that month of work I was on call and couldn't get the time off. So, as nervous as Daniel was to leave the country on his own, Daniel set off to Asia on his own. I on the other hand had seven days off and wasn't about to spend it in the States. After much debate, no money for two separate vacations, I decided to go to Nice, France.

Daniel had many adventures of getting lost, but he was able to get to the small town of Kumamoto. It is a fairly wealthy town that is known for its noodles and clear water. It has of course its typical castle for its region. I want to post some pictures of the wedding because it is so cool looking and wild compared to American weddings. They had two types of wedding clothes, a traditional outfit, and then they changed to more modern wedding clothes. Everyone loved Daniel for his crazy comments as well as how tall he was.

He ended up keeping my favorite past time of taking pictures of the bathroom. Bathrooms around the world are so interesting; sometimes I think that its the only thing that makes the country interesting. Who would have thought to have buttons to flush a toilet?
Out of all the guests Daniel had the most authentic Japanese experience because he used the public transport, talked to natives whether they knew English or not and generally acted as though Kumamoto was his own home.

My adventures were not as I expected. I went to Nice expecting the beautiful coast of sand where I could be a beach bum. Well I was surprised to find out that it was nothing, but rocks! I couldn't believe it! I went the same weekend as the Cannes film festival which I should have paid the bus fair and waited thirty minutes to go to a real beach. My favorite adventure was being hit on by some African man. I kept flashing my ring at him, but it meant nothing to him. I didn't get that sun burn from the rocky beach. It was from the crazy African who kept me out in the sun because he couldn't find a way to get me back to his place. Not even his "African music he could make for me" could induce me to go off with a strange man! Yes, I have the mindset that any strange man could be a serial killer and wants to hack me into bits whether they are Russian, American, or African. When Daniel saw me five days later, he was shocked that I didn't already have cancer it was still that bright and red. I still have the farmers tan permanently burnt into me. PS I have to write this silly note--that this is the first pair of flip flops I have ever owned and worn. Sad I know I was 24 before I found the wonders of flip flops, but Daniel was 24 before he even wore a pair of sandals!