I was told a tale last Saturday night, a tale that spoke about writing down all those happy moments we live during a lifetime. I should add 18 hours, 56 minutes and 32 seconds of joy to mine. I keep no diary. Thankfully, I have been blessed (or cursed, can’t really decide) with good memory. And I will keep this past weekend in my mind for the years to come.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for such an incredible weekend in the middle of nowhere. In a place where time stopped, in a temple where I found peace of mind (Om Mani Padme Hum), on top of a hill where I felt I could fly, inside the car where I shared one of my best hidden secrets (ssshhh…), fears, jokes and cried listening to more stories.

God, it’s been a weekend of laughter and crying. A weekend of forgeting and remembering, a weekend of forgiving and asking for forgiveness. I short, it’s been a weekend filled with wonderful and unique moments. Can’t wait to do it again!

どうもありがとう。