The day after the Ichinohe Festival, the streets are empty, the colors gone, but the echoes remain flutes in the air, mantises on the path, and the quiet lesson that even small things can be brave.
An intimate journey through the spiritual corners of Ichinohe, where Kagura dance, moss-covered shrines, and rural silence reveal a different way of experiencing faith.
From Bogotรก to the heart of Tohoku: this is the story of how I came to Ichinohe, a small town in northern Japan that I now call home. Amidst mountains, festivals, and ancient culture. I share my first impressions and the beginning of an adventure that's just beginning.