My American Day

Today was an American day. A day, revered by me as one of the best in awhile. The kind of day that doesn't come very often, but makes you proud when it does. A day of the likes of which I haven't had in nearly a month, or ever on mainland Japan. The funniest part is that we didn't even try.

We: Michele and I. Michele, being Canadian, was very eager to play along.

It started with Starbucks. As American as a White Chocolate Mocha.

Lunch was McDonalds. Burgers with American cheese.

For our afternoon entertainment we enjoyed watching the American National Rugby team play the Japanese National Rugby team. Rachel and Mike joined us, and Mike and Michele were slightly willing to oblige holding the American flag for a photo op. We promised them we wouldn't tell their family and friends (see above, but keep a secret?)...


Our dinner tonight was Velveeta Shells and Cheese and Campbells Chicken Noodle Soup.







Then Michele stayed over to watch Walk the Line and appreciate the brilliance of Joaquin Phoenix playing Johnny Cash.

A day as American as Fulsom County and mac 'n cheese...