Marc waltzed into my favorite bakery, Danke, began a conversation with the owner of the bakery. After bonding over their mutual interest in cameras and audio equipment, Marc charmed himself into a personal tour of the bakery and an invitation to a BBQ that upcoming weekend.
Lots of boar, yakisoba, and turban snails to be had.
… because Marc in Japan just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
2 weeks or so has passed since Marc landed in Japan and joined me here in my wee little town of Izunokuni. I could romanticize the whole excursion, but in short he is here:
a) eating my food,
b) using my internet,
c) dirtying my towels,
d) charming my friends,
e) eating my food.
It hasn’t been completely terrible. I still laugh when he hits his head on the shower rod.