here...the energy is incredible.
The first 7 years of my life was Japan. I remember sitting on my knees in traditional Japanese style at my grandmother's low, square table, blanketed with the delicious staples of a Japanese meal. A large rice cooker filled to the brim with steaming hot, white sticky rice, homemade miso soups, fresh caught fish, and pickled radishes were on the table nearly every meal. I spoke Japanese as fluently and as naturally as any other then, it seems so long ago now...