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Many of my friends don’t speak french, so this article is in english for them.
This thursday is our last day and last breakfast all of us four masters in Amsterdam, as Shitake — euh, no… Hisako — is going back to Japan.
This nickname popped out of my brain a bit tired of thinking in a foreign language. I just grabbed the three more usual japanese syllabus that I know, and that’s how I called her Shitake. I find it suits her well: she is a real mushroom. And by the way, I love Shitakes!
So, here she goes in a Uber taxi and Mary Beth cries and I laugh and we hug each other and there is no sadness as somehow, we know we will see each other soon. And anyway, there is no separation.
Then, we are off to do a bit of laundry with Mary Beth. It seems that we will never be out of subjects of conversation. She starts laughing at the washing machine shaking and this is what it creates: another stupid video that I post to help people who feel depressed to release and let go and giggle for nothing. Try to resist laughing with us… Good luck!
Then, we treat ourselves with a nap, as we did much these last days and we need time to integrate.
We eat supper just outside on the corner restaurant by the canal and the bridge. It a nice and warm summer night that we savoure veeery consciously and feel so grateful for « all this ».
Je résume en français: c'est le moment du départ pour Hisako qui retourne au Japon. Hier, je l'ai surnommée Shitaké dans un moment de fatigue cérébrale du fait de devoir réfléchir en anglais. J'ai attrapé les trois syllabes japonaises les plus familières de mon répertoire et nous avons toutes bien ri.
Au laundrymat, nous piquons un fou-rire avec Mary Beth devant les machines qui essorent, et je publie la video pour détendre les ceusses qui se sentent déprimés. Bonne chance pour résister à nos rires stupides.
Une sieste et un souper au petit resto du coin, au bord du canal et du pont. Belle soirée chaude d'été que nous savourons.
Many of my friends don’t speak french, so this article is in english for them.
This thursday is our last day and last breakfast all of us four masters in Amsterdam, as Shitake — euh, no… Hisako — is going back to Japan.
This nickname popped out of my brain a bit tired of thinking in a foreign language. I just grabbed the three more usual japanese syllabus that I know, and that’s how I called her Shitake. I find it suits her well: she is a real mushroom. And by the way, I love Shitakes!
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| Paul and Karen's B&B is full of little attentions like this that make us feel so welcome. |
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| Including a gluten free treat for me and a heart on the label. How cute is this? |
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| Shitake bragging with a Mantradala t-shirt. |
So, here she goes in a Uber taxi and Mary Beth cries and I laugh and we hug each other and there is no sadness as somehow, we know we will see each other soon. And anyway, there is no separation.
Then, we are off to do a bit of laundry with Mary Beth. It seems that we will never be out of subjects of conversation. She starts laughing at the washing machine shaking and this is what it creates: another stupid video that I post to help people who feel depressed to release and let go and giggle for nothing. Try to resist laughing with us… Good luck!
Then, we treat ourselves with a nap, as we did much these last days and we need time to integrate.
We eat supper just outside on the corner restaurant by the canal and the bridge. It a nice and warm summer night that we savoure veeery consciously and feel so grateful for « all this ».
Je résume en français: c'est le moment du départ pour Hisako qui retourne au Japon. Hier, je l'ai surnommée Shitaké dans un moment de fatigue cérébrale du fait de devoir réfléchir en anglais. J'ai attrapé les trois syllabes japonaises les plus familières de mon répertoire et nous avons toutes bien ri.
Au laundrymat, nous piquons un fou-rire avec Mary Beth devant les machines qui essorent, et je publie la video pour détendre les ceusses qui se sentent déprimés. Bonne chance pour résister à nos rires stupides.
Une sieste et un souper au petit resto du coin, au bord du canal et du pont. Belle soirée chaude d'été que nous savourons.
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