03/24/2026
Japan humbles me a little more with each visit. Every trip deepens my respect for a culture that is at once refined, disciplined, and quietly honorable. As my understanding of the language has grown, so too has my sense that the country has opened itself—subtly, but unmistakably.
This journey was different. I traveled at times with family, and at times alone, moving through Hiroshima, Usuki, Beppu, Oita, Yawatahama, Ehime, and Matsuyama. I went by train, ferry, taxi, car, and on foot—experiencing the rhythm of the country in all its forms.
At one point, I lost my wallet—containing over $3,000 in yen. Retracing my steps, I returned to the Marunaka grocery store I had shopped at the evening before, explained what had happened, and without hesitation, was handed my wallet—complete, untouched. It was both astonishing and deeply reassuring.
Throughout the trip, the level of service was consistently thoughtful and sincere. There is an ease to being in public in Japan—a quiet trust—that feels like setting down a heavy burden. Even as someone who clearly stands out, I never felt out of place or on guard.
I found myself reflecting on the possibility of bringing others here—not simply as visitors, but as guests—to experience Japan with care, intention, and proper guidance. It is a country that invites not just travel, but understanding.