My inn was another traditional style Japanese inn with futons, delicious (and large) meals and public baths. Very comfortable and very hospitable.
This morning I journeyed to Tokyo for my final night in Japan. I still can't believe it's over, and yet I also feel like I've always been here. I think after a time I get tired of being a tourist and just want to begin normal life again, wherever that might be. I flatter myself to think I've got an adventurous spirit, yet in the end, the one place I want to be is home. Little by little, the worries of home have started to intrude upon my thoughts.
Tomorrow, I've got the Ghibli Museum in the morning and then a few hours to do some last minute shopping before catching and afternoon bus for my evening flight out. The next time I post I'll be across the ocean.