Got back to Nippon a few days ago. It is so much more tiring on the trip back, and in the days following. Our bodies have to adjust to the local time again. Aya didn’t seem to have any difficulties getting back into the rhythm of things. Well, she wasn’t the one doing all the walking and lugging of luggages, now, was she? And if there’s one thing I absolutely abhor most of all, it is reporting back to work after a long-haul trip. For the last few nights since coming back, I kept waking up in the wee hours of the morning (how does 2 am or 4 am sound?), and thus felt like a zombie while at work. What can you do, eh?
Germany was great, but after a week or so of dining on cheese and bread, Baggy and I just craved for good ol’ Filipino food (Sinigang! Nilaga! Adobo!) served with hot, steaming rice. Talk about eating but not feeling full nor satisfied. How could they eat bread all their lives? Beats me. Even potato couldn’t do the trick for me. While there we ocassionally dined at some Chinese restaurants in order to eat rice, but it just wasn’t the same. Aside from the familiar tastes of homemade cooking, we still missed the round, sticky and soft rice that Japan is famous for.
Speaking of food, lemme just share these mouth-watering pictures for your drooling pleasure:
Just give me a few more days to finally adjust and get back to full-time blogging again! In the meantime, regards to everyone – faithful readers and lurkers alike.