Sayanora Ottawa!!

Somewhere over the Pacific – Sunday, July 24
The hardest part was getting on the plane – my inner monologue was playing tennis with the idea to locate the nearest exit in the Ottawa Airport, but somehow I convinced myself to walk through the gates albeit with great hesitation. The days and weeks leading up to this one moment were all preparation for the ups and downs that were sure to follow – if I could live through this, Japan should be easy, right?
I`d like to give a shout out to my homegirls who got up at the ass-crack of dawn to see me off!
Tokyo – Keio Plaza Hotel – Monday, July 25
Mental Note: Should have listened to mom when she told me to pack some clothes and toiletries in my carry-on!
So Detroit decided to hold my luggage hostage until tomorrow night – fuckers! Too tired to care and have decided that navy blue flipity-flops are perfectly respectable footwear for Orientation Workshops.
Tokyo – Keio Plaza Hotel – Tuesday, July 26
Hazaa! Have been reunited with my trusty black Samsonites! Now wondering if I packed too many shoes?Is it really possible that less-than-average guys can discover new self-confidence simply by being in Japan? Have been approached several times by undesirables who assume that a brief conversation about William Faulkner = an open invitation to my hotel room. I think I heard about this phenomenon in my pre-departure sessions at the Embassy?