BE HAPPY — (part 2)
We left the city behind, chasing the sunrise through the countryside, and found ourselves in front of an old soba shop tucked in the hills. The soba man—wild, grinning like he was in on some cosmic joke—welcomed us in like long-lost friends. It wasn’t just a meal; it was a ritual. The kind of experience that pulls you back in time, makes you question where you are and what decade you’re living in.
He served us with a huge smile, his world becoming ours for a while, and in that moment, everything felt like it was part of some strange, beautiful trip. No rush, no worries, just the taste of freedom, and the road still waiting.
Yeah, BE HAPPY—because sometimes, the world invites you to lose yourself in its wildest corners.