Globetrotting

My eyes caught the clock: 8 p.m. That makes it 9 a.m. Tokyo time. That means I’m leaving at the end of the day — Japan time. I think the excitement took hold this afternoon when I picked up my Japan Rail Pass. There was something about this that signaled…

… Whoever said, “It’s the journey, not the destination,” must not have had a 14-hour flight to look forward to. Nonetheless, my Japan adventure is about to begin in roughly 36 hours. That means I’ll have the luxury of packing 10 days of clothes into one carry-on and that many…

I think it’s fair to judge the success of a trip by how sad you are to go home. I think this as I stand on a bus that will take me across the tarmac of Florence’s airport to the airplane that is waiting for me. And, I don’t want to go home, but go home I must.