



Tanabata Festival was held over the school break. Our very generous neighbors, the Otosakas, hosted us for our first "star festival". It celebrates the meeting of Orihime (Vega) and Hikoboshi (Altair), across the Milky Way. They are allowed to meet only once a year across this river of stars on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month of the lunisolar calendar.

Sachi lent Nova a yukata she hadn't grown into yet. Nova and Wakkava patiently allow themselves to be layered and spun and cinched by the obi, a very long and wide sash. Both boys and girls wear yukata to summer festivals, a less formal and lighter form of the kimono.
Nishiokoppe street's notorious band of merry makers. "Kawaii, ne?"
Nova's sensei gave her these traditional shoes which despite being uncomfortable, Nova was thrilled to wear. Chizue-sensei also kindly offered me her own beautiful yukata for the night.
Incidentally, I was the only adult dressed like this at Nishiokoppe's Tanabata festival. A year ago I would have felt very self conscious and a little pissed off that no one gave me a head's-up. After a year of feeling this way, I'm over it...... I felt pretty and proud to be the only grown up in traditional clothing.
The village put on a great fireworks display. Lots of oooohs, and aaaaahs.
And then the kids went to town for I swear, an hour, with these giant sparklers. I seriously kept expecting the burn unit to rush in and extinguish some of those long yukata sleeves.
After fireworks kids teamed up with parents and roved the streets of Nishiokoppe. Wearing glow in the dark bracelets, they were on the lookout for homes with a light on, to signal fair game for the Japanese form of "trick or treating".
Nova's bag-o-loot. Lots of shrimp flavored crackers, cookies, even a can of green tea.