Japan - Day 2

Filled with excitement, I awoke very early; still a little foggy from the plane, but ready to take on the day nonetheless.  I had my first free breakfast downstairs, while enjoying a pleasant view of the hustle and bustle of Nihonbashi-Kayabacho district.  My croissant and yogurt, with salad, were a refreshing start to the day.  I felt good, like a badass.  My confidence oozing.  After consuming delicious grub, I found my way to the nearest 7 eleven (yes, those exist in Japan).

It was one of the nicest, cleanest 7 eleven's I have ever experienced.  The staff are always polite, indeed all Japanese people I came into contact with were very pleasant - a dutiful respect that seems innate within the culture of Japan.  Why can't we have this sort of interaction in the states?  If anyone was being rude during the whole of the week, I wouldn't have known.  Perhaps a few stares I received and some obvious whispers/gossip, but nothing too overt.  It was lovely.

I took the long way back to my hotel, and eventually my sweet came to scoop me up so we could head to Nishikasai.  We ate lunch in a quaint little restaurant, the Kiokhan (this spelling may be inaccurate).  After that, we wandered through the alleys and side streets, checking out homes, and all the while I told stories of our future in Japan, daydreaming like a silly girl.  I was already falling madly in love with this place.

We visited Roppongi, the giant mall, filled with overpriced clothing and, oddly, advertisements of European models strewn throughout.  I wondered, do young Japanese girls gain a complex from this sort of advertising?  Are they not confused as to why Japanese women aren't portrayed?  Of course, maybe this area is geared more towards tourists, and less to those actually living in Roppongi.  I'm not certain.

This place was not for us; fascinating to explore, but pricey and silly at that.  Compared to the humble Nishikasai, and other areas where children roamed on their bikes, mini-marts filled every other street, and homes modeled in a more traditional fashion, Roppongi seemed filled with snobbery - much like the upper middle class of Tampa, or Scottsdale.  In spite of this, everything was so clean and beautiful, with the exception of maybe two homeless people, poverty was not very apparent in Tokyo.
The day itself came to an early close for me; I would refresh myself for the rest of the week.