A beautiful view of the sunset over the ocean and Omishima island from the guesthouse.
The Guesthouse
One’s Destination Is Never A Place, But A New Way Of Seeing Things…
Koinobori (fish banners) welcome all visitors to the guesthouse.
The guesthouse was set in the mountains. It provided the peace and rest I needed during my pilgrimage on Shikoku.
Japanese-style Barbecue, Wild Boar Meat And A Birthday Party
There were others at the guest house including two bikers on the Shimanami bike trail.
Rene, a Dutchman, was also staying at the guest house. He was winding up a three-week stay. Soon he would be returning home.
He said he never cared for birthdays. Yet he invited me to his birthday party! He bought the food from the well-stocked grocery store down the mountain and walked back up with everything he found in a rolling suitcase!
Our host is a chef at a local restaurant. He is also a character…
and a showman. He cooked the food that Rene brought back and entertained us at the same time.
The barbecue menu included grilled chicken, sausage, vegetables, and the ubiquitous wild boar meat!
Fresh caught fish was transformed into sushi and sashimi right at the table.
There was a cake decorated with berries and fruit.
Food for thought
Don’t be afraid of a script gone wrong. The “writing on the wall” is not always so bad. Accept it. That’s where the real growth happens – in those unexpected plot twists that shake up our perspectives.
I embraced these unexpected changes! I found (again) a temporary discomfort that led to more discoveries about myself.
See you next time.
Baadaye and Mata ne
Shirley J 🌸
This and several posts this summer will chronicle my pilgrimage in Japan where I walked the 1200 kilometer-long Shikoku 88 temple pilgrimage. Read my announcement here.
I am excited, and I am here, still walking. And just know this, I will return to tell the tale!
