Somehow, there's McDonald's conveniently between the train station and the guest house (again). Fortunately, this time it's not the only food option for miles. Nor next door.
No sense of culture shock or anything remotely approaching it this time; managed to become completely oblivious to my surroundings almost immediately. (Also, hatred of the weather commenced practically upon landing -- it's obviously not high summer anymore, but it's always worse than Denver.) I can only hope that what little Japanese I have comes back as easily.
Also... What lousy timing for "Silver Week" here... Why can't it be during the actual school year?