No Wrap-Up?

Apparently I never wrote a concluding email about Nagoya. That’s too bad because I had a good time there. Things I still remember…

• There was an awesome 800 Yen store. This is like a dollar store. I only bought a few random Japanese things but had fun looking at them for hours. I got the idea to go there from my flight attendant.

• The colors of Nike clothes in Japan are crazy fluorescent. I had fun picking up a few more random pairs of Dunks. I also got some pretty funny shirts (see Joel and BALLS).

• The train in from the airport is insanely fast. It goes at least 150 mph. For all I know, it could have been 250 mph (that whole metric conversion thing still baffles me).

• Since I rode the train in from the airport I decided to check some of my luggage at an airport holding place so that I wouldn’t have to lug it all with me. This was a brilliant plan until I bought too much shopping and needed to buy another bag to carry all my stuff back to the airport. It’s a good thing I’m a Premier Exec, otherwise it would have cost me a fortune to check all my luggage with United.

• I visited the Nagoya Castle. It is known best for its gold dolphins that adorn the roof. The gardens are very nicely manicured as well.

• When I first sat on the toilet in my hotel room I freaked out a little bit. It was REALLY warm. I quickly remembered that I was now in Japan… the land of the premium service toilet… the seat was set to “warm” on the 80 button remote control located on the wall to the right of the seat. Ahhh, the Japanese, what will they think of next?

• I had a good laugh coming through customs on my way back in to the US. The guy asked me the typical questions, including, “Was your trip for business or pleasure?” I said, “A little of both”. He then intently looked at my paperwork and looked at me. And looked at my paperwork and looked at me. This process continued at least three more times. He was a rather buff, intimidating, military type looking guy. Finally he asked me what I did. I told him I was an entrepreneur. He then asked the name of my company. I told him, “Dontcha Remember”. He looked up and glared at me. He then said very sternly, “I don’t. I see a lot of faces every day.” I grinned a little bit, which I don’t think he appreciated and then said, “no… the name of the business is Dontcha Remember”. He looked at me again like he wasn’t amused, then the light bulb went off. He grinned ever so slightly and welcomed me home.

Overall it was a really great trip. Reliving it now makes me long for another adventure… need to get on that… anybody want to go somewhere?

Katy