It’s been a long working holiday here. Eighteen days pocked by long and informative interviews interspersed with onsen, good food, and good friends. My Japanese inches forward, and like a child I know the names of many animals: Nekko, inu, kitsune, deke, torii, kuma, kuni, ebi, sake. And so on. Not exactly making for a rollicking conversation.
Tokyo has opened itself up again to me: Neighborhoods I know, neighborhoods I am getting to know.
Two Rooms for drinks. L’As (again) for dinner. An evening with R that was lively.
This morning: Shinjuku. Isetan for eki-ben, etc.
JR Express to Narita, but back again soon.
“One morning I woke up in a strange, new place in which everything looked familiar, but no one made sense. I knew immediately I could not let on.”