Home Again, Home Again

This morning was the last time waking up in an unfamiliar room, the last rushed hotel breakfast to an 8am bus, the last trip through Japanese countryside, the last sound check, last Brahms 4, first and last taste of Katsuo–a specialty fish of Kouchi, the town where we had our lasts–and the first and last experience on a Japanese bus home to Akuradanchi.  It was a great tour.  And now it is time to rest for two days, in whatever way so moves me.  Rearing up to start a new round of finalities.