My first impression of japan: constant sensory overload.
The first place we went after changing money at the airport (if you go, remember to activate your rail pass at Narita, because the rail pass exchange stations are not actually *that* common) was the supermarket.
Liane asks me, "what do you eat?"
I stand and stare at the japanese writing on the signs above the carrots. Then I stare at the three-times-too-wide and two-times-too-short carrots under the sign. Then I stare at the strange vegetable next to the carrots.