Japan

There's just too much to say about Japan. The hokkaido milk packed in glass bottles at the station which we had everyday, the bullet train ride to Osaka where I had moments to contemplate about not contemplating, the crazy small shops filled with the best old things, the feeling of not knowing what to expect everytime we stepped into an eatery, the lights and sounds that filled the shopping districts at night, the people-watching at Harajuku, the bakeries that were good enough for any meal of the day, the pornified streets of Shinjuku where both men and women are objectified, the feeling that more things are possible in Japan than anywhere else in the world, the politeness of the people which made us so much more aware of how gruff and curt we can be, the street acts who performed not out of money but purely for their craft, the hair envy we exprienced and basically living breathing the place and air you thought couldn't possibly exist but does. We will have to go back there again, someday, soon, to be bowled over and humbled in the quiet unassuming way that Japan does.