the morning we woke up at 6 and we practice (morning prayer) with the monks.
Immediately after breakfast is served (buonissima!), and then go back to your room.
This is the room where we stayed (the futon in the meantime have already been taken away).
not is fantastic? I'm excited, Kayoko instead last night was all scared (Kowa, Kowa, scary, scary, "I have not understood exactly what would make her afraid, I think the main problem is that she is a born and lived Tokyota in the metropolis, and when we arrived in the mountains looking a bit 'displaced ...). Along the corridor in front of the room is a window overlooking the garden.
Our "living room" with kotatsu . 
you leave this room ... 
... and there is the anteroom of the bath ... 
... with a lounge overlooking the garden. 
From the corridor you can leave out here. 
That's me with the clothing of the temple, literally ecstatic, photo by Kayoko (if she is placed) . 
The last portrait before you get dressed. 
temporarily leave your luggage there, and we go out in exploration Koyasan. The first stop is the cemetery Okunoin, a long walk in the huge cypress trees that reach up to the temple where Kobo Daishi lies , the founder of this religious complex.
buffing before the house where we slept and baggage claim. (note left on Koya-kun, the mascot of Koyasan).
The Monaco greets me we should not start too early in the morning (I stay here another night, but I sleep in another place, and tomorrow morning will go down the road of pilgrimage), and get a bell to ward off bears. 
So a store like this in addition to bento for today includes the bell. 
But before eating visit the Kongobu -ji, the headquarters of Shingon Buddhism. 
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Inside there is a garden of stones compared to those of Kyoto may disappear, it's beautiful. 
And there's also the right atmosphere. We sit down a bit 'in contemplation, because it really worth it. 
Kayoko read somewhere that shows two dragons meet. 
The interior also is wonderful, there are rooms upon rooms from fusuma paintings, including some by famous artists that I already knew. In a room we also offer tea, and listen to the speech of a young Monaco, who speaks quietly of Koyasan, as of this mountain is beautiful in every season, like the air here is good and then you can inhale things beautiful in and out the ugly ones, the importance of giving smiles.
We leave and head toward the Danjogaran, the complex of buildings built by Kobo Daishi.
Not everyone can enter, in some you can only give a look inside the window in front, but in this pagoda red, the Konpon Daito, there is a three-dimensional mandala made of statues and painted columns that is a real marvel. 
This is the Kondo instead, which host the main ceremony. 
Here we are in front of the benches and take a break to eat our bento. 
Sushi wrapped in persimmon leaves! Very good! 
Let's make a last stretch of road to the Daimon, the great entrance gate to the whole mountain. 
From here the path of the stupa, 20 km to the valley, the road that pilgrims have used for centuries to reach the sacred mountain. Since I'm already here, this time I will down (I contemplated the idea of \u200b\u200boff-bus rack railway-train and then walk back and get off again, but all in all it was something a bit ' Forced ...). 
Kayoko, still incredulous that are really willing to do this road with a backpack on his shoulders, and made anxious by all this talk about bears and wild boars, documented my determination. 
back together towards the town, the hostel where we will sleep tonight (now she has entered in a "mom" and wants to see how) , but it is too early to take the room, I can only leave luggage. Then go with the bus stop, recommending that you do not worry and promising to call tomorrow when I arrived.
Then I'm going to get some onigiri and drink per la discesa di domani (il bento per la cena l'ho già comprato con Kayoko).
E siccome c'è ancora un po' di tempo, decido di fare una passeggiata. Tutto intorno al Koyasan c'è un sentiero, detto sentiero delle donne, perché in tempi passati i templi sulla montagna erano accessibili solo agli uomini. Allora le fedeli percorrevano questo percorso tutto intorno, da dove potevano scorgere parte degli edifici, e c'erano alcuni padiglioni che accoglievano le pellegrine per la notte. Di questi solo uno è rimasto intatto fino ad oggi, e il pezzo di sentiero che farò va proprio dal Daimon fino a lì, sono circa 4 chilometri. 
We climb the mountains, there is a moment in which I can only see the tip of the pagoda red, I thought I better look higher, but the forest is too dense. Up on the pass there is a small altar dedicated to Benten . 
down to the Nyonindo, the pavilion of women, and from there back to the hostel. That is beautiful.
Anyone who has had the "fortune" to be hosted in some hostel Italian (I know, soak it for example), or Paris or Amsterdam or German, you'll understand what I mean ...
There is a garden ...
... and this is my room. 
with a double futon, all mine! (but I assure you that it is a hostel, the lady also asked me if I had the card!) 
The following is a common room ... 
... where there is everything necessary to get the tea (which would obviously not want to do) ... 
... and a small library. 
I take a bath, I eat my bento (this time is sushi wrapped in bamboo leaves, good too, but the one with the leaves of persimmon was better), I prepare well for the backpack and I go straight to bed, in preparation for tomorrow! 
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