Next morning, the first of many incredibly complex breakfasts. We begin to call it fusion. Traditional Japanese breakfast foods of miso soup, greens, rice, pickles, soba, fish and on and on. All foods are on separate small plates and in bowls. Each dish beautiful and a bit mysterious. We try everything. Also they add white bread, yoghurt, fruits, weak coffee and wonderful green tea. Almost always, there is too much food. The whole trip becomes about food. Every meal is a gift of love. Wow!! Finding a way to say no to more food. It is like all the music trips I have been on where each group of family or production team wants to give us a very special meal. Special meals every day become this loving burden. Only in Japan, many foods are a surprise and we want to try everything. Soo full! Sooo much love. A trip to the grocery store is a big wow. Everything in packaging. Everything strange and new. Lots of carbohydrates, rice, soba noodles, potatoes. Whole lotta sweets. Everyone loves sweets here. At all meals, all people seem to eat sweets. How do they stay so tiny? I feel in danger of food explosion and imminent diet. Meantime, we do the best we can and so grateful for all the love. Everyone loves Shizuno and we are part of her.