Less than 24 hours in the country and I've already bought food I couldn't eat and had to throw away. I was lucky to go that long, really. I'm in Japan, for goodness' sake, and I can't eat fish or seafood. I'm lucky I can eat at all. Mochi = wonderful, and hey, since I did come here with Rob, I'm in McDonald's twice a day. Haute cuisine it isn't, but it's got calories in it!
We didn't see a blade of grass out of place at Narita. Maybe the crash was on the opposite side of the field.
The train system defeats me. I can do the subways, but transfer me to something else and I'm useless. Fortunately Rob has a better instinct for those.
Ueno Park is starting to bloom, and it looks like it's going to be STUNNING in about a week.
It's nifty having a teapot in the hotel room.
Mikie wants us to sing. This is going to be a disaster. We tried to tell her what the dancers do when we sing. ("You're not going to do any more of those... are you?") She was undeterred. Yikes.
My feet hurt. Surprise.