From 1983 to 1985 I lived in Japan teaching third and fourth grade on an American base. My arrival at Narita Airport after a ten hour flight almost sent me on the next plane home. No one met me as promised. I was left to my own devices to get to my new home three hours from the airport. I am glad I stayed as my experience was totally amazing. I was the only gaijin or foreigner in my neighborhood. I learned to drive in Tokyo traffic and eat many unusual foods. It was a cultural feast for me. This piece takes me down memory lane, an experience I hope one day to repeat.