Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny workshop on Kawai Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m a violin maker, right? I’ve been crafting these beauties for years. But today, I had a customer—let’s call him Mr. Picky. He strolls in, all high and mighty, and starts inspecting my violins like he’s some kinda expert. Dude, I’ve spent hours on these! He picks up one, and I swear, he looks at it like it’s a piece of trash. I’m fuming inside. Like, bro, you have no idea how much love went into that wood from the mountains of Funaishikawa!
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, he saw a festival happening down by the river. The Funaishikawa River, you know? It’s beautiful, especially in the fall. The leaves are all orange and red, and the water sparkles like diamonds. I’m like, “Dude, let’s go!” But Mr. Picky is still there, nitpicking my work. Ugh!
Finally, I tell Mr. Picky to take a hike. I mean, c’mon! I’m not here to be your punching bag. So, Kenji and I bolt outta the workshop and head to the river. The festival is lit! There are food stalls everywhere—yakitori, takoyaki, you name it. My stomach’s growling like a bear. We grab some skewers, and I’m in heaven.
But then, I see this guy juggling. Like, seriously? Juggling at a festival? I can’t even juggle my life! He drops a ball, and everyone laughs. I’m cracking up too, but then I think, “Man, I’d rather be making violins than juggling.”
We wander over to the bridge on Funaishikawa Street. The view is insane! The mountains in the background, the river flowing, and the sound of laughter everywhere. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I spot a kid with a balloon. And guess what? The balloon pops! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the balloon!”
Kenji and I try to cheer him up. We’re like, “Hey, kid! Wanna see a magic trick?” But we’re not magicians. We just end up making silly faces. The kid laughs, and I’m like, “Phew, saved the day!”
But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s pouring! Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, I see people dancing in the rain. They’re twirling and laughing, and I can’t help but join in. Who cares if I’m drenched?
After the rain, the sky clears up, and there’s a rainbow! I’m standing there, soaking wet, but I feel like the luckiest guy in Funaishikawa. I pull out my phone to snap a pic, but my phone’s dead. Of course! Just my luck, right?
As the sun sets, the festival lights come on. It’s magical. I’m standing there with Kenji, and we’re just soaking it all in. I realize, despite the craziness, today was epic. I mean, who knew a day that started with Mr. Picky could end like this?
So, yeah, Funaishikawa, you’ve got my heart. From the streets to the river, it’s a wild ride. I’m heading back to my workshop tomorrow, but today? Today was a rollercoaster, and I loved every second of it.