The Japananese woman I mentioned last month, Sachi, has returned home.  But she sent me this nice shot, which shows her dignity and elegance, while revealing me for the dufus I really am.  We’re sitting before a Japanese maple.  Serendipitous? 

Sachi wants to arrange a Japanese translation of the book, then a tour of Japan.  I asked her if the language barrier wouldn’t be an issue on tour?  She said no.  I said ok.  Perhaps I’ll finally get to climb freaking Mt. Fuji–but only after digging on Tokyo.

My friends and I have eaten all the chocolates Sachi so kindly gave us.  I suppose this means I’d better show a little breeding, and take some chocolates to her.  Hershey, do you think?  Nay.  Annedore’s.