Another Post!!! Im getting good.

Within the first week of School I quickly joined the horse riding club, where I discovered they ride only english, which i do not have much practice in. So for the past month or so I have been learning to post while trotting, which is more difficult that I imagined, and also to jump. I jump measly jumps that are about knee high on a human but some of my club mates jump jumps that are shoulder high. It makes my gasp every time they achieve that amazing feat and soar over the jump. My horses name is Lavenda, despite the name that sounds very femine he is a boy. He has red hair that quite maches my huge perfectly. Though he has proven a challange, because of his dislike of generall movment and his distaste for jumping. I am now proud to say we can both manage a half an hour of trotting and mulitpile jumps with out fainting from exhastion.

With my free time when I am now at school or at horse club, which runs every day from the end of school intill seven, I am out exploring on my bike. I have gone ruffly 10 miles in every direction except strait out to sea of course. I have thus far discovred miles and miles of green horse pastures to my delight filed with foals and their mothers, forests filled with beautiful trees, hills that have heards of deer and also quite neighbor hoods where foxs run about like dogs, and birds are constantly cherping. I must say I am quite taken with the beauty of japan, and the kindness of its people. While I am out exploring many people will wave or smile to me, while all stare because I stick out a bit. And when attempting to handle japanese money, Yen, or as they say En, clerks always treat me with patients and kindness as i fumble through my coin purse attempting to count out 325 yen. It is more difficult than you think to have all money smaller than a 10 dollar bill in coins.

Intill next time which I hope is much sooner than the previous gap in my posts.

Ahh the quote that I am very much living by these days, supplied by my lovely mother. In the 17th Century a Japanese Poet named Matsuo Basho wrote, : Every Day is a Journey and the Journey itself is Home.