Since I have never had a life base only in the Kanto area, the first time in Kyushu when I went to Ibusuki that in Kagoshima prefecture, it seems like a southern country! It is what I thought. Looking at the palm tree planted on the coastline it seems this is not Japan! I remember exhilaratingly. And back to the hotel and there was a garden so I took a walk. Then it is feeling that local aunts who are care of the garden are taking a break or relaxing by sipping a few people. A friendly aunt talks to you. Perhaps I thought, ""Where did you come from?"", So I answered ""I came from Tokyo"", it was a phrase judged to be saying ""I came from a distant place"" maybe. Actually it was gibberish. I do not know the word, eh? I wonder what he said? For a moment, thinking stops, but somehow the conversation is realized and understandable. Even now, the fraying with the warm hearted grandmas remains strongly impressed. I became able to think that language is a conversation as a mind. The heart which inquires obediently naively, has arrived straight up to me, so even if words and dialects can not be understood at all, it is understood with such a mind, such a valuable experience. Even though it is in Japan, I think that I would like to continue my journey with opportunities to talk with my heart and mind beyond words from north to south.