Of cherry blossoms in a faraway land

An email that came this afternoon, which was supposed to be an answer to my cry for help at work, from a colleague who is on vacation, and I am temporarily taking over his role, sounded so delicious. He is somewhere at the foot of Fujiyama, in a small village, staying in a small bamboo hut which is surrounded by cherry blossoms. No cars, and he takes his bath in those little tubs filled with boiling water, before his rice and sushi breakfast. Where no one speaks English. Where everyone is nice and genuine. And he says that it soothe his soul, drains away his sorrow. He had just split up with his girlfriend, you see. Perhaps that is what I need at this point. To be away from everything. To go somewhere that can wash away all the sorrow, angst, fear. Not now perhaps, but soon. Although I would rather go somewhere near the ocean, where I can sit by the water and let the waves wash away all the unnecessaries. Where everyone is nice and genuine.