It felt like an indelible, self-cultivating, life-expanding embrace from another place.
We were welcomed by a hint of sunshine breaking through the clouds, a faint fragrance of tea and roses wafting from the boutique, and a scant number of Sunday morning visitors.
Sumo wrestling is not a super-sized skin flick, nor a turbulent tussle of testosterone. It's more like...
I spent 3 days in mid-July exploring the Kansai region of Japan -- one day and one night each in Osaka, Nara, Kyoto and high above Kobe at the Arima resort area.
There is an ever-present energy and amazing aura about us, and it is evident that our lives run along parallel paths even when we are on opposite ends of the earth.