The wait at Gate D4 of the Detroit airport turned into hours as a nice, thick fog settled in around Chicago's, O'hare Airport making it impossible to land the miniscule plane parked outside the window. I kept nervously glancing at the ticket for my connecting flight, which was planned to leave for Tokyo, Japan in about two hours. I could hear a business man behind me gabbering on and on to the passengers around him, and based on the one-sided conversation, I gathered that he lived in Japan, ...
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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.
