Had dinner tonight at a French bistro. Don't let that fool you—everything was still in Japanese. It was a tiny restaurant with 10 seats at a counter watching only one man and one woman running the place. My Google Translate app only gets me so far with hand written vertical menus so I was quite lost starring at an extensive menu. The waitress talked to me for a while in Japanese, as I nodded along. I was confused and must've looked it because the chef stopped cooking, came around to my side of the counter, and used his limited English to describe each dish. I smiled and chose two of the cheaper dishes and a not horrible glass of wine. He kept asking me how things were. I was happy and I hope I looked it, since my words only get me so far.
Starting to think what it is that will I miss when I’m gone? What don’t I ever want forget about Japan, about this experience?