It's Saint Patrick's Day in Nagoya, Japan. I don't think I could have picked a more green atmosphere in which to celebrate the holiday.
It's the beginning of spring, and as I sit in a lush city park near Nagoya's Sakae Station, I can hear birds chirping in delight as an older gentleman throws seeds into the sky for them to catch. A group of young children wearing matching yellow hats explore the park's stream, and poke at multicolored fish that lazily swim through it's clear water. An ol...
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
