Spring has finally, finally, finally properly arrived in Aomori. The first of the cherry blossoms have begun to open, I haven’t turned on my heater in more than three weeks, and there’s no danger of freezing any extremities when I run at 5:45 in the morning.
Spring also means that a whole new host of fruit has shown up in the produce section of my grocery store…including very expensive watermelon. Ten USD for a tiny one, fifteen bucks for a medium, and nearly twenty-five dollars for a “large.” My wallet cringes at the mere thought of coughing up that much dough.
In my previous American life, I worked on a produce farm for nine straight summers. Our watermelons were huge, the smallest probably weighing in at the same weight as the largest here…and I don’t remember ever selling them for more than about six dollars. My living expenses here are laughably, ridiculously low (Case in point: all of my bills for the past month totaled just over $260.), but once in a while, I happen upon something that totally flips that scenario.
Watermelons are a prime example. The weather needs to be a tad bit more summery before I indulge, I think.