It snowed the day I left Washington, DC. This has been the winter that refuses to end. I usually have a hefty travel schedule, but spent a solid six weeks in our nation's capital after my last trip to Fiji. I think it snowed four times during that stretch. I'm praying the snow is over.
Meanwhile in Japan, Spring has sprung. My flight from Dulles to Narita was two hours late, so it was a rush to get through customs and immigration, on the train to Naritasan, and back to the airport in time for the flight to Guam. Yet again I missed peak sakura blooms. Visiting Japan during peak cherry blossom season remains unchecked on the bucket list. But like Fa Zhou said, "My, what beautiful blossoms we have this year. But look, this one's late. But I'll bet that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all."
Tomorrow afternoon I'll retrace my steps and head back through Guam and Narita on my way back to Washington, DC. Does anyone want me to bring them a Chuukese love stick?