I just returned from playing in Japan for the first time in my life and it was worth the wait. The hospitality and respect that the Japanese audiences exhibited towards Bob, Keita, and I was underpinned by a genuine interest in and deep knowledge of the music we were playing. Japan is a beautiful country with mountains rising up out of the ocean, Totoro-type forests, a city twice the size of NYC, and Japanese musicians bringing their own voices to the lingua franca called Jazz. Keita is from Sasebo, where we played last Sunday, and traveling with him and his family for most of our trip was a true luxury. This was never more apparent than after Bob and I ventured out on our own on our day off, only to get lost at least 4 times and to be thoroughly exhausted by the cognitive load of trying to figure out where we were.