I still can’t believe that the time passed so quickly and that tomorrow is our last day in Kyoto.
I’ve been very nostalgic these past days, taking long walks and late-afternoon rides with my bike, trying to keep every detail in mind. It still feels strange to think that so soon we’ll no longer eat ramen and sushi, hear the chicken waking us up at 7 am, take the bike for every visit in the city or any hike, being greeted with the ubiquitous “Irashaimasse!” (Welcome!) whenever entering a store, a restaurant, a bar.
So, dear Kyoto I write this to you to say that I’ll miss every part of you and every single day spent here, but mostly I’ll miss:
– your calmness and your 2,000 temples full of history and tradition
– your lush green hills and mountains, so close to the city and with some of the most lovely hikes
– go running in the evening by the river banks and take a glimpse of the beautiful geishas, sitting graciously in the fancy restaurants that line the river
– being surprised at the sight of the deers that would sometimes appear in the evening in the middle of the river
– riding my bike home from an evening in the city and having to stop suddenly to let a snake cross the narrow path along the river
– the hundreds of public workers that just stand near the crossroads or construction sites to show you the way, with a deep bow
– the ceaseless afflux of traditional greetings that you hear when entering every store or restaurant
– your always on-time buses and their drivers wearing white gloves
– your quiet streets and quiet people; I’ve never heard any car honks or people quarelling or shouting to each other. Never.
– the beautiful Japanese girls, stunning and elegant sometimes, cute and childish at times, loud and colorful some other times, always wearing their high heels proudly
– the arts and crafts stores where you can spend your entire day
– the beautiful and elegant kimono’s and yukata’s that color every corner of the street
– exploring your narrow, quiet stone streets with Minty ( my bike:))
– savouring your delicious sweets, bizarre at first but so good after you get used to the red beans taste, matcha or mochi texture
– admiring your stunning crafts and beautiful patterns in any form (from pottery, to paper objects and delicate artifacts such as fans, textures, or adorable chopsticks rest).
Until we meet again, I take a deep bow and I whisper ‘Sayonara, Kyoto’.