So many icons, and yet none that are appropriate for Japan. Well, have Neuschwanstein instead.
Heading out tomorrow morning for vacation. Like, an honest-to-god, picture-taking, sightseeing, hang-out-with-starlady38-and-kurayami_hime kind of trip. We’ll be hitting Kyoto, Fukuoka, and Nagasaki, and I will find out if I’ve buffed my Japanese language skills up to survival level or not (my guess: not), and it will all (I hope) be lovely.
. . . I don’t feel remotely ready. But as I’ve been telling various people, I think that’s because my brain’s baseline standard for international travel has become “London trip,” which is not a good comparison at all; by the time the fourth one of those rolled around, I could pretty much do it in my sleep. Last time I was in Japan was 2001, and it was for five days. Also I speak, like, 1/1000th of the language. So yeah, it looks less manageable. But I remind myself: so long as I have my passport and a credit card, most problems can be surmounted.
Back on the 18th. Until then, blogging will be sporadic at best, though I’ll do what I can. And there will be pictures afterward, oh yes, there most definitely will.