It’s equal parts knowing where to look, and letting yourself be swept away. What’s that delicious smell wafting across your snout? Why did I just see a plate of sushi for two dollars in Japan where you know it’s going to be good?

Imagine being a snowbird, traveling between two destinations to avoid the cold, but instead of traveling between states you travel between countries. It’s not so wild of a proposition when you think about America having the geographical reach of many countries. But it is wild when you think about the differences in values and community…

There’s something humbling about seeing the animal kingdom in action. Raw power struggles and survival instincts play out in real time: pure self interest. Yet in stark contrast tender moments of nurture, community, and affection.

On an island in the Pacific Ocean there’s a park, Nara Park. Rolling green hills sprinkled with ancient shrines and historic buildings. And amidst all of that a curious phenomenon takes place. Biscuits are sold in droves. Why you might ask? For the feeding of over a thousand roaming deer.

Let’s talk about food in Japan. Being a collection of small islands they are deeply acquainted with the sea. They know a portion of her secrets, which is mile’s beyond what others can claim. Today I actively pursued an onigiri from the finest of establishments: a seven eleven. Mind you, this was after having one…