In the evening she came to the hotel with her good-looking husband to pick me up, showed me some of the neighbourhood and we went to the nice restaurant. It's an enjoyable, wonderful evening of course, the chat, interesting information they gave me, good food and nice atmosphere.
But the best thing is maybe the feeling I could taste again... it's not easy to explain well, but it's like... the feeling that this world is never too big to find someone with whom I can feel the sympathy, the foreign land could never be so different from ours to find the kinship. Many times I have found friends on my travel abroad, the nicest people who shared my interest, or just from the friendly feeling of holiday. I have kept the friendship with some of them through the correspondences for years and years, and having friends from another culture has really influenced my sense of value these 20 years, (I'm afraid) made me different from other ordinary Japanese.
Thus, I quote my favorite author R.L.Stevenson here again.
"We are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we find in our travels is an honest friend. He is a fortunate voyager who finds many. We travel, indeed, to find them."
(some beautiful old houses in the area)