It had been a year and a half since the Cherry Blossom festival took place in the quiet town of Rota. Since then, a number of town events have taken place, from the 1st and 2nd anniversaries of the town mayor’s inauguration, many villagers coming and going, including several more birthdays and in July, a memorial service. There were talks about new planning applications for a possible campground, yet at the moment in time, there were simply talks and negotiations occurring regularly in the town hall.
It was now October of 2015, and the young mayor was finishing up another round of talks between herself, her assistant and a hippie-like dog named Harvey. The meeting was filled with ideas going backwards and forwards between all parties, including location, budget and more importantly, planning applications based upon how long and how many campers can be there at any one time.
Ideas were written, rewritten, discarded or even recovered during the meeting, like 2 or 3 meetings beforeh