Most of my French colleagues and friends have been on vacation. I usually don’t bother contacting them because I know I won’t get a reply, but I have to send emails for work because of deadlines. And I get an immediate reply: “I’m currently on vacation. I’ll contact you as soon as I’m back.” Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s an automated response.
Well, it’s a difference in culture, and a difference in climate. While I might go back to my hometown for Obon (a kind of summer festival), I can’t exactly escape the heat for three weeks. I don’t even think about taking a leisurely boat ride, feeling the sea breeze, and then having a board game with everyone when I get back. It’s just too hot. I either stay in an air-conditioned room, or at best, at a ridiculously expensive highland resort.
To at least get into the mood for a vacation, I looked at pictures of a hotel in a highland area with hot springs, and thought how nice it would be to relax in a hot spring in winter. But actually, I don’t like hot springs. Hot water makes me dizzy. I even fainted once when I was a child. So I looked it up online and it said to put a towel wrung out in cold water on your head. Oh, I thought that was because you’re not supposed to put the towel in the bath (note: It’s like a Japanese hot spring etiquette, something necessary to keep the hot spring water clean. It’s one of those things like washing your body before getting into the bath, not wearing a swimsuit, not staring at other people, but enjoying conversation.), but there is another reason. That’s how rarely I go to hot springs.