The village felt straight out of a story book, it held that rustic charm you can't get anywhere else, it was a wide hilly landscape that rolled out for miles, the soft snow blanketed over lush grass, the houses were the typical Minka Japanese home, I remember seeing pin ups and print outs of it when my mother went through an Asian kick and threw herself into traditional Asian architecture, seeing the houses my mother gushed over in our living room now standing in front of me felt surreal
I didn't get why my mother looked so enthralled by the Timber and clay houses then but looking at it now, the charm was unmatched.
The best thing about this village were the rice paddies that stretched out for miles in every direction, the winter snow packed a fresh layer on it but you could still see their contours, it made me long to see these fields come spring
