That is, the clocks in Kyoto say 10:30 p.m.
The clocks in Boston say 8:30 a.m.
My common sense says it’s time to sleep because tomorrow will be a busy day.
But everything is so interesting and so new!
The vending machines in the airport were all different, the sushi arrived on a tiny conveyor belt, the hotel “bell boy” was a young woman in a chic top hat. Guest services include not just massages and messages but something called “takkyu-bin” that provides paper bags for your packages.
It’s going to be so hard to wait for the sunrise!