Begging to Go Back
As a morning person, I was won over by the night life. Food made itself present on the side of streets and corners, the smell rattled your nostrils and quickened the pace of your feet, scrambling to find seats in restaurants already full. The wave of people walking with food at hand made your stomach grumble as you sidestep another person. Your head circling, eyes darting for the right meal. Finding food in Japan was an adventure in itself.
My blisters are healed, toes still numb but my feet are begging to go back.