In Okinawa, which is as different from Tokyo as Hawaii is from New York. A great vibe and some great people. Since everyone we:re visiting is from the DODs schools (Dept of Defense) we get to go on base (of which there are like a dozen or something) and it feels like Simi Valley.
Our friend:s house that is our crash pad is along the sea wall, and I had a spare moment to just walk along by myself, musing and people watching. That:s the good part. It was raining a strange kind of non-rain-kind-of-mist with winds and fast-moving clouds. That:s the bad part. It made for a solitary walk but a satisfying one. For the first time it feels like summer break, free time-wise but not weather-wise.
The sea wall stretched hundreds of meters in either direction, a tall, stepped cement blockade against the low-level breakwater and those giant jacks-like cement structures, toppled on one another. The waves rolled regularly, breaking into small 2-foot curls, with the wind so powerful it made identical undulations flowing away from the shore. The wall itself was covered section by section with graffiti art and murals, and their colors, too, were like those of the six to seven-story buildings that lined the opposite side of the street-- once-brightly pastel colors now faded by sun and weather. The clouds overhead were whisked along with great speed by winds barely felt below, alternating between covering the sun and allowing its rays to add to the humidity:s heat. The grayness of the day was felt by the nearly perpetual not-quite-rain not-quite-mist that eventually soaked your clothes but kept us cool. Kind of quiet, kind of ominous, but just a moment of it before it:s time to return to friends and food and fellowship. (And great hand-pressed coffee at a small privately owned shop on the corner!)