We’ve now been in Japan for little over a month (with 3 weeks to go). This past week I had an opportunity to dance with the famed Tokushima dancers, cross accent rope vine bridge, journey in a small boat down a winding canyon river, sleep in a 200+ year old Japanese house, fish a remote stream, climb a treacherous footpath up a lush green mountain, stand before a towering waterfall, and hear tales of a missing samurai sword, bootlegging and homemade poisonous snake sake. (What did you do last week?) So while the world was crumbling, markets collapsing and, with Obama’s election, political history made… We were lost deep in the past. Maybe the sweetest times in life is when you’re in the midst of living a wonderful memory and you suddenly become aware of it.