The Clear and Simple Way

Japan itself is a poem. I slept most of the flight over from LA.

We were picked up in a taxi from Narita airport to Tokyo and drove beneath a soft blue sky already turning to dusk. A huge hawk-like cloud flew above. I watched the sunset change the sky to pink and yellow and send the hawk cloud flying in another direction. By the time we made Tokyo it was already dark.

Tokyo was warm and very humid, but I didn't mind. I seem to fit right in where there is warmth and water. The first thing you might notice about the people in Tokyo is how artistically stylish everyone is dressed, with great shoes.

We flew from Tokyo today to Nagasaki, where I am now. They weren't sure we were going to be able to land in Nagasaki, due to strong winds, however we made it---after too much turbulence for my peace of mind. I hate turbulence. I am too imaginative to endure turbulence calmly, nor does it make my body happy.

Yoshi Nagato took us to an organic Japanese restaurant that his friend,also named Yoshi, owns. It was organic and wonderful.--sashimi, shrimp salad, seaweed soup, and I could go on....oh, and this desert topped with his own homegrown black peppermint leaf that you can taste through your being as soon as it touches your tongue.

Okay have to go because I am falling asleep at the computer. So much for jet lag...