Daxi Village

Craving fresh air, Peter and I rode an hour to Daxi Old Street.

Riding on the back of a scooter with a loved one through the mountainous farmland is a feeling I will cherish for the rest of my life.

This day, we savored each minute of the journey; no expectations and no pressure.

5 Days in Tokyo


10:38 a.m.

Bleary eyed and groggy, I landed in Narita Airport over an hour late and thought solely of the nap that awaited. Before sleeping, I needed cash. The next two hours gifted me uncertainty, confusion, and panic: classic travel emotions.

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