Traveling in Japan leaves me tongue-tied in many ways. I know how to order pickled fish cartilage at a local dive bar, but I don’t know how to ask for directions to the train station. I can’t find words to express my shock and odd jolt of joy at spotting a stray piece of trash tucked in the corner of the otherwise absurdly pristine sidewalk. The daily rhythm of the city as it swallows up and spits out masses of black suits makes me speechless; the slow exhalation of mist from rain-blurred mountains takes my breath away. The juxtapositions and contradictions I’ve seen in Japan inspire admiration, humor, uneasiness, and often many conflicting emotions at once. There’s a lot to untangle in my impressions of Japan as a whole, but all things are unambiguous on the culinary front. So I’ll spare the words and queue the images. We travel to learn more about the world and to stuff ourselves silly.
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