Last day in Japan. The sadness was so real. We had our final breakfast at our Ryokan. Yummy egg rolls, miso soup, Kyoto pickles, and toast. On the ride to Tokyo, I sat next to a lady who tried her best to explain that Fuji-san didn't have snow yet, and she saw my wallpaper with my dog, and we talked about how he's a good boy, and how she loves dogs. She then gave me a treat. Omiyage from her children.
We returned to Tokyo, and pranced around Akihabara for a bit, and I spent all my life savings on trying to get a Detective Conan keychakn from a gachapon. Those things are rigged, I tell ya! Moose looked for a figure to bring home, and we were intrigued by the mystery bags.
Finally, on the way home, we had a long layover in LAX so we decided to visit Venice Beach for a bit. It was nice. They had amazing poke, but it wasn't Japan. Already couldn't wait to go back, and we haven't even gotten home yet.
We got home. Unpacked all the goodies for everyone, and I dreamt a dream wherein we were back in Japan.
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