Sundays in Yamaguchi, especially in the winter, and especially if the night before was spent slurring our words, are usually spent laying around, recovering, eating, and being blissfully lazy with the rest of the ‘Guchies. One of these days, Han-chan, el Diablo, Saki-chan, and I went to Sanzoku. It’s a quiet little spot in the middle of nowhere. The traditional restaurants and gift shops is a good way to spend the afternoon and the chicken on a stick is enough to justify a trip out there. Since it was freezing when we went, they put us under a kotatsu (traditional Japanese tables with heaters underneath; you sit with your legs under them and a blanket trapping the heat) outside by a waterfall. Su goi !