I am feeling more at home here, in Japan. With all of the unexpected changes of my last five years, as well as the recent political upheaval, my trips to Tokyo are consistency.
Another consistency - my trip to Kamakura to sit before the Diabutsu (The Great Buddha). Each time I've traveled to Tokyo, this is a sort of pilgrimage to me, where I can process events and emotions. It's also a break from the big city life. Here, in this ocean bay tourist area, there are more families and people dressed casually.
I had the good fortune of meeting some new friends. Patricia and Victor, from Mexico City, who were also headed to Kamakura. They had never been to Japan and were struggling with the strange food adventures in Tokyo, often escaping to safety of McDonalds. It's really hard to know what kind of restaurant you are standing in front of, let alone feeling confident to go in and look stupid, perhaps not being able to read a menu or order something fairly edible. (One time, I thought I was ordering grilled chicken on a stick and ended up being served boiled chicken skin on cold noodles!) So, it