A few weekends ago, I spent the weekend in the mountains with my orchestra.  The air was so clean; there was so much green around.  The days were spent practicing, mostly, in the guesthouse we rented.  We got to hear the opera soloists for the first time (did I mention we are accompanying a production of Verdi’s Il Trovatore?).  It was almost magical, listening to their haunting voices under a high wooden-plank ceiling whilst outside the rain came down in torrents.  The nights were filled with hot spring baths, homemade takoyaki, snacks, birthday cake, and alcohol-induced renditions of Mozart quartets.

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