a The Transit Lounge: You Know You're In Japan When...

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Monday, July 9

You Know You're In Japan When...

I spent the weekend in Tokyo, checking out our new digs. And in case at any time I forgot where I was, there were many reminders.

Dango, dango and more dango!

The Baker's Vagina Monologues. Hungry?

Remember my obsession with Q10? It never actually ended.

Taking your pig for a stroll.

Making a statement with your shopping bag! Not quite sure I would use orgasm and children in the same sentence.

Toe socks and geta, a winning combination.

That's Japan, baby!

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