Tanaka of Tokyo

The roads were sprinkled with sweet rain drops and the air had a wet layer on your skin! Most would call it humidity but I say it is simply, Hawaii. He grabbed my hand and walked me through the stores as proud as could be! Not a single roll of the eye or huff of air, just a precious smile that one has fallen in love with over and over again.

Then we sat next to Hawaiians for a lovely Japanese show of dancing vegetables and singing meats and our noisy stomachs were finally silenced.

The evening was a success.