This time last year, we were heading up to the mountains of Nagano with our trusty buddies to a) ski in the home of the olympic winter games and b) visit a fire festival where there are a lot of drunk men trying to knock down a platform of even more drunk men. I heart Japan.
Fire and ice can exist in the same place if there is enough sake around.
My first time skiing!
Our good ol' Japanese ride. I miss the Familia very much sometimes - what a perfect little wagon car she was. *Sniffle, sniffle*
Meanwhile, the weather forecast for here in Kingsville this weekend is 75 degrees. No snow.
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