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.