Remar, summer, 2016
Ray and Lydia Wilsonoff are 47, Alia Shae is 12, Ari and Ava are 8
narrated by Alia Shae
I wouldn't have imagined that our trip to Kimikura would be so eventful. As soon as we arrived, I met a strange man, he looked like one of those ninjas from TV.
He asked me some dumb question and when I answered he said "you're wrong" and disappeared. I didn't realize that there would be pop quizzes on this trip.
I found my siblings and started fishing with them for koi, although now that I think about it, maybe we were fishing for bass.
Dad decided to work on raking a big pile of sand around. It looked like a giant kitty litter box. I wonder if we had a cat would he rake the little box like that and call it meditation.
Mom signed us up for a helicopter tour around the city, when we were boarding I saw a strange woman.
She looked vaguely familiar, almost like she was from Apple Valley.
After the tour, we relaxed in a local hot springs
and had some yummy noddles for dinner. I might have had two helpings, well, three helpings if you count the bowl I ate when mom wasn't looking. I really love noddles, and bread, and pasta. Anything that has carbs.
The next day we visited a small temple.
I decided to make a wish at the local shrine. I wished for wealth, I want to be rich. Rich sims don't have any problems at all.
I did not expect to get banged up by falling coins.
Who knew that good fortune
would be so painful.
With a sore back and full pockets, I joined my mother and sister for tea.
Mom wanted to show us the correct way of pouring a cup of tea in Kimikura.
Isn't it the same as pouring a cup of tea in Apple Valley?
Apparently, before I arrived, mom was in the middle of retelling how dad proposed to her on their last trip to Kimikura with Uncle Julio and Aunt Rebecca.
That night, I volunteered to eat dinner with the little ones while mom and dad had dinner alone.
Ok, by volunteer I mean it was politely suggested to me as they passed me a wad of simoleans. What can I say, I drive a hard bargain. I can smell desperation a mile away.
I think they appreciated being alone and talking about...whatever they talk about.
After dinner, we went to a show. At least, mom and dad called it a show. I call it listening to some old dude talk about some old stuff. I could have done that at school...every....day....of...the...entire...school...year!
Quick pic of the family