It hasn’t even been 48 hours since I’ve been back, and already I feel at home.  This is my 23rd visit to the city, and finally I know my way around…a little.  The subways, anyway, that once proved a challenge, are clear, and I know which stops are which.  My PASMO card, like a Metro card, is ready to go.

Staying at Park Hyatt, a favorite urban hotel, in Shinjuku, with views of Fuji-san from my bedroom window on the 49th floor.  I have worked with this hotel for many years and it is comfortable to be here.  The treadmill on the 45th floor today with Fuji-san in view and a mix of Japanese hip-hop I bought…well, helped make up for the three mile grind.

The exercise is a good idea.

OK, lots of walking, too, but lots of eating.

A simple, hidden izakaya in Shinjuku Saturday night.  Unagi in Ginza on Sunday.  Lots of fresh fish with a friend last night.  Yakitori tonight.

It is good to be here again and again.