Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Oshino. Man, it was a wild ride! I woke up, sun shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be epic!” Little did I know, right?
So, I hit the streets, and first stop? The famous Oshino Hakkai springs. Bro, the water is crystal clear, like, you can see your reflection and all that. I’m standing there, guitar slung over my shoulder, feeling all artsy. I strum a few chords, and this old dude walks by. He stops, looks at me, and says, “You play like a pro!” I’m like, “Thanks, man! You just made my day!”
But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, totally tripping over his own feet. He knocks my guitar! I’m like, “Dude, what the heck?!” I was ready to lose it. But then I see his face—he’s all wide-eyed and apologetic. I can’t stay mad. Kids, man. They’re like little tornadoes of chaos.
After that, I stroll down to the main street, Oshino’s got this vibe, ya know? The shops, the food stalls, everything smells amazing. I grab some yakitori from a street vendor. Best chicken skewers ever! I’m munching away, and this lady next to me starts chatting. Turns out, she’s a local artist. We bond over our love for music and art. She invites me to a jam session later. I’m like, “Heck yeah!”
But then, I get a text. My buddy’s stuck in traffic on Route 138. I’m like, “C’mon, man! We’re in Oshino, not Tokyo!” I’m pacing, getting all anxious. I can’t miss this jam!
Finally, he rolls up, and we head to this cozy little spot called “Oshino Café.” It’s got this chill vibe, perfect for jamming. We walk in, and the place is packed. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be lit!”
We set up, and I start playing. The crowd’s vibing, and I’m feeling it. But then, this guy in the back starts yelling, “Play something else!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not a jukebox!” But I laugh it off. Gotta love the energy, right?
After the set, I’m buzzing. I step outside for some fresh air, and bam! I see Mount Fuji in the distance. It’s like, “Wow, nature is flexing on us!” I snap a pic, ‘cause, duh, Instagram.
But then, I realize I left my guitar pick inside. I rush back, and guess what? The place is emptying out. I’m like, “Nooo!” I sprint to the stage, grab my pick, and as I’m leaving, I trip over a chair. Classic me, right?
Finally, I head back to the springs. It’s nighttime now, and the water’s glowing under the moonlight. I sit there, strumming my guitar, feeling all the feels. This day was a rollercoaster, man. From chaos to calm, from anger to joy.
Oshino, you’ve got my heart. I’ll be back for sure. Just gotta watch out for those kids and chairs!