My very first visit to Japan took me to the small town of Tahara (田原), on a peninsula across Mikawa Bay near Nagoya. About a year earlier, I had helped to host a young Japanese boy at my parents’ house in Colorado. He had traveled to Colorado as part of a person-to-person exchange trip.
After landing at Nagoya airport, I was faced with my very first taste of Japan. It’s a country seen through so many different expectations and assumptions in the United States.