Sayonara, but not forever. 

My class is done. My flash cards have just one more flash or so left in them. And I’ve definitely got Google Translate loaded up on my phone.

As it is looking, forty-eight hours or so after writing this I’ll be sound asleep in Tokyo… y’know with the math on time difference and all. Actually, more than likely, I’ll be wide awake and suffering some jet lag. But then who can say how this old guy will cope until we actually get there. Small sleeps on the plane, trick the body, go with the flow.

I have one more day to do as much Duolingo as I can to prepare for our arrival… he writes humorously knowing that I’m really about to get a crash course in as much language immersion as possible from the moment we step off the plane.

They’ll be University students swarming our house by the end of the day tomorrow as the Kid assumes control of things and takes over as temporary landlord to a dozen or so of her friends.

Ah, travel. Huh?