Day Two Begins

Nothing happens before breakfast. Nothing. And in Japan, if you’re late for the hotel buffet, you sit quietly and wait your turn.

Once your turn is up, you’re escorted into a quiet room where hot croissants are bussed around as they come out of the kitchen, piping hot miso sits next to delicious fish cakes, there are at least 3 different types of coffee, and the view is spectacular:

If, like me, you’re particularly enamored with their coffee, there are to-go cups for you to take it away. That’s incredibly thoughtful.

And then the sun comes up, and the entire district is transformed into this incredibly bright, fresh, scene. I sprained my left foot yesterday, but I don’t care. I’m ready to go.