Tokyo, here I come!
The night before I fly to Tokyo, I had a dream about an airplane crashing — I reject the existence of future-telling dreams, but I had to admit that I felt bit uneasy getting into the airplane. (Obviously, my flight to Tokyo was quite peaceful.)
Visiting Tokyo is always an enjoyable experience. I know the place well, so I can get around, I have friends, and I know where and what I want to eat. As much as I love my family, having some time alone is good, too.
On the other hand, I'm worried about my losing the command of the language (in particular, the special forms of Japanese you use to show your respect to others; there are three kinds, and you need to use the right one depending on the situation and your relationship with the other), and my forgetting many of the subtle protocols that you need to follow (again, most of them are related to showing proper respect to others.) It's one thing for a blue-eyed blond-hair "gaijin" not to know them, but it's entirely another for a Japanese native not to know them.
Here are some pictures I took on the way to Tokyo:
Coca-cola will be the first to welcome you to Japan. Sigh.
It's about 1 hour from the airport to the center of Tokyo.