Once a year...

Instead of Thanksgiving Day, Ginkgo festival is held at the end of November in my hometown. This is the biggest festival in a year in this area, and my house is right in front of the main square. All the stores around here close for weekend and have different kinds of booths. My mom is always in charge of the booths in front of our house. I was selling hot drinks like coffee and tea. And there was a guy from Morocco selling Moroccan hand crafts like house shoes made with goat leather which mom loves. And next to the Moroccan guy, a Korean man was selling several different kinds of Kimchee. And the other side of my booth, there was a whole family members selling "ama-sake" which is made of sake lees but not alcohol and very sweet taste. There are some kids too.

Normally there are not many things to see around this area but only this time of the year, lots of people come to see this festival. From very early morning to after sunset, I play with kids, talk to customers, have some friends visit me, and go out to get special foods for festivals like takoyaki, yakisoba, and oden. I just talk so much all day non-stop. At the end of the day, I get really tired and my throat hurts, but I feel very satisfied. Maybe because talking is good for ones, maybe the festival makes me get high.