I'm back in Japan after a rather grueling trip that included a canceled flight from San Diego to Los Angeles forcing us to drive at high speed to LAX, a packed 10-hour flight to Japan and a three-hour bus trip from Narita to our home prefecture of Gunma.
It's great to back home, although I could do without the sauna-like weather that was waiting for us here. As usual being in Japan means experiencing culture shock, being surprised at little things like extremely clean toilets that wash your butt then bow to you when you're done (just kidding about that last part). It also means getting used to driving on the other side of the road, which isn't as much a problem as you might expect -- just make sure you're closer to the center of the road than your passenger, no matter which country you're in. For some reason, though, nothing can keep me from trying to get into the car on the wrong side. I do it...every time.
I'm back in Gunma, after a very eventful summer.