We finally arrived in Hiroshima, the land of my roots, my people. We went to all the typical sights and the one thing that I felt in the end was a sense of pride. From what I know, I am from this area. When such a disaster happened, the idea was that Hiroshima could not become a place worth living for more than 70 years. Yet, immediately after the explosion, the people picked themselves up and started to restore their city and in only a few years later, they created a wonderful thriving city. Everywhere I looked I couldn't imagine that the city I was looking at was once completely leveled. It really gives a sense of hope to humanity, being able to pick themselves up at even the hardest times. It was a humbling way to bring about Christmas.
On Christmas we woke up bright and early to visit Miyajima. Then when we came home, I was happy to talk with my family on Christmas only to find a great Christmas present, my acceptance into the China program. We all then took a nap to get us ready for a Spanish dinner.
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