Heiwa no Hi

Today is Saturday and it's such a beautiful day. It's almost 12:30 and I'm still in my pajamas and I have nothing to do all day, except for rest. It's wonderful. I can't remember the last time that I had absolutely nothing to do or nowhere to go for a whole day. I think I was definitely starting to get burnt out mentally, emotionally and spiritually, but I'm learning the importance of rest, even if it's just 10 minutes in your day where you sit with God and get recharged to keep going for another five, seven or ten hours.
It's apple season in Japan; I've never had such such delicious apples in my life; they're just so big and red (or yellow) and juicy. Yesterday I went apple picking near Hirosaki (about 2 hours north in Aomori Prefecture) with some friends. The actual picking took only about half an hour, but we managed to stretch it into a 12 hour day together, including the drive. After we got our sack full of apples we went into the 'Apple Park' restraunt and had apple curry rice for lunch. I'm not going to lie, I was a little bit skeptical about it at first, but it was amazing. Then for 50 yen we could get fresh-squeezed apple juice by sticking one of those huge delicious apples into the stainless steel juicer and pumping it by foot. My apple was especially huge so I got one and a half cups of apple juice, all frothy and foamy on the top.
After an afternoon of shopping we went to a shrine where there was a concert at which they played ancient and rare Japanese musical instruments. I cannot even describe the sound they made because I have never heard anything like it before. Some instruments played 4 notes at once and some played one, but they were never on what we would call a 'real' note that you would find on a piano; they always seemed to be in between. What they called harmony I would've called a wrong note. There also wasn't a strong beat that I could find, the music just kind of floated. It was a little eerie, but I'm glad I got to experience it. It was almost a relief to my ears to go back to the car and listen to 'normal' music.
After that we went to Yoshinoya restaurant and I had American beef for the first time in almost nine months. The cow boarders have been opening and it's a big thing here in Japan to have American beef now. I never thought that I would forget what beef tasted like, but apparently I did (I mostly eat pork).
And now I must continue my day of rest at the side of the mighty God who fights for me in everything that I can and can't see.