In Japan, I discovered that I am allergic to buckwheat pillows, which should be illegal anyway. We spent several nights in some cute business hotels that reminded me of home because they were small and efficient. These establishments seem to prefer the buckwheat pillows, which are probably slightly less uncomfortable than, say, buckshot pillows would be.
It's a good thing I had packed those ridiculous sweaters (in case the temperature dipped and I needed another blanket) because they rolled up decently to serve as pillows and could be worn on the way home to make more room in the suitcase for the ridiculous number of used books and cute toys that came home with me. At least I'm consistent. (And much more souvenir-savvy after my travels. :)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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