Today I had a remarkable experience. I was riding my bike home along the path that runs along the Kamo-gawa river through the center of Kyoto. As I looked ahead in the distance I couldn’t help but notice a Japanese woman smiling at me from ear to ear. It was that look that a friend or loved one has on their face when you arrive at the airport after not …
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