Perfect Sushi Bar

Exhausted, I tried reading on the bus to Kobe. Instead of being caught up in my novel, I gazed out the window, watching the countryside slide by. No introspective thoughts came to me. Nothing earth-shattering. No feeling or thought to indicate this was my last ride.

That shifted as the bus entered Kobe. Suddenly it was clear I was leaving-- never to wander Kobe's little shops, find comfort in the import shops. There were so many things I wanted to see that I'd never had the chance to.

I met Joy in the goofy Rock Park. We found a fantastic sushi shop-- the kind I was always seeing in movies and reading about in guides; the kind I never could find in Wadayama or whenever I was looking for one. We ordered the special and damned if it wasn't just that.