Trials and Errors

Well I've come to my final night in Kyoto. Though I leave for a supposedly beautiful island, it remains a rather sad time. I've spent the better part of three months with my host family in this city and though there's been awkwardness and a seemingly endless number of hours spent standing on a train I have no regrets about becoming a part of this program. People may come to Japan once in their life to spend most of their time in Tokyo and maybe a day or two in Kyoto and it is a shame, really. They are unable to really see Japan. I do not mean to imply that only international students spending a semester in Japan can 'truly' visit this country but instead that this country is so rich with history and culture it's almost impossible to experience its brimming bucket of existence. Hell, I've been here for this long and I've been lucky enough to have squeezed in a decent portion of that, which Japan has to offer. Going to a remote place like Ozakai in Toyama prefecture probably ranks pretty low on things people want to do in Japan but the radical difference of such a place compared to a city like Kyoto makes it so much more amazing to see.
I guess the truth is that so many countries, especially those in the East, have such long and beautifully intricate histories and while I marvel at Japan's I neglect the others. What makes Japan so interesting is that I have learned that its history is in so many ways linked to China, Korea and others that you are able to see how these other cultures play into the creation of Japan. In the architecture, in the philosophies, in the ceremony one sees it.
Jesus, I'm writing as though I'm leaving the country tomorrow. It will be actually two more weeks until such an event takes place but in the mean time my journey is set to take me, as I might have previously mentioned, 500 miles south of Tokyo to an island that has a current temperature of about 79 degrees in the day time. Now that should be quite a close to the semester: one final taste of warm weather before I plunge into the winter weather of the North East.
Chi Chi Jima is the name of the island to which we are headed. It's history is actually quite interesting in that it has very little to do with mainland Japan. From what I understand at the moment, it has direct roots to foreigners getting shipwrecked on the various islands in the Pacific and making their home on them. The population of Chi Chi Jima is supposedly quite diverse and lacking the overall homogene of the rest of Japan. I cannot wait to get there and see what it is like. Hopefully I'll have at least a bit of internet in order to maybe post some pictures or at least a few lines of text about the place. Well I suppose I'll get some shut eye now. Tomorrow we head back to Tokyo on the Bullet Train, stay one night there, then settle in for a 26 hour boat ride toward what one Colgate professor has called "Hawaii without the tourists." Mahalo.