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It’s true.  The ease of just walking down our death trap of a hill to the local Lawson’s, which sells us melon bread, pocky, sushi, oragami paper, and Hagen Daz, is spectacular, and I shall miss its presense.  Yeah, I’ll probably miss you guys too, and the food, and the atmosphere and the subway (I live in the middle of no where, we don’t really do public transportation) and the clubbing and Pastel and a billion other things. I’ll probably miss it all A LOT.  Especially you guys.  But Lawson’s? Man, that will be tough.

I don’t really do well with goodbyes, so I just wanted to say that I had a FABULOUS time.  This has been a wonderful learning experience for me (in more ways than one) and I’m saddened that it’s coming to an end.  i’m still planning on having a blast on the plane ride tomorrow though. :) So, until then, g’night!

Tonight was our last dinner in Japan, which is slightly depressing. Sarah, Greg, Ben (my last name is Sanders, by the way) and myself took a trek to a little restarant which specialized (I think… I don’t speak Japanese) in eel.   Sarah, the AWESOME japanese speaker asked what didn’t have meat in it for me, and the chef pointed out a few very fishy sushi dishes. After discovering that he spoke english (very well, I might add) she told him no beef, pork, chicken, or fish.  That seemed to shock him, and he exclaimed “No fish?!” Yes. No fish.  It just so happens that they have a sushi dish completely meat free, with some nice tofu and cucumbers. PERFECT.  As pointed out by the others, it was nice to have a dinner that didn’t consist solely of rice (not that I’m complaining… I actually love rice!) I had a lot of fun just sitting and talking, and all the people who worked there were SO nice to us.  I think that it was the perfect end to this trip!

One of the most interesting nights in Kyoto, for me, was “Geisha hunting” with Shelagh.  All in all, it was not exactly what I was expecting… The first street we explored was brightly lit, filled with bars and WAY too many tourists, and generally lacked Geisha.  We managed to spot a maiko on the other side of the street (we had walked right past her) and ran over to take her picture.  She complied, and even posed for us, before running off to do whatever it is she had to do.  That was one of two sightings we had on the main street.  However, moving over one block to what I believe was the actual geisha district, Pontocho, offered the exact opposite experience.  It was a dimly lit alleyway, with high walls and menacing buildings, and in the 10 minutes we were there we spotted 4 maiko.  I’m not sure if all the tourists looking for geisha just get the street wrong, if no one is actually there for geisha and are just enjoying the company of the billion other tourists, or if no one thinks to look down the sketchy little alley for beautiful, talented women in expensive kimono, but it was odd to me.

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