Where in the World is Pete??

He's up in the sky, actually. This week, Pete's been Googling about in Tokyo, training non-English speakers the glories of his job. He's on his way home as I write.

Google must love Pete: upon arrival, he figured out how to take the bus from the airport to the hotel, saving Google a $270 cab ride. He's also just a super competent human being. 

He watched five movies while in flight including Inglorious Bastards, during which I like to imagine a little girl sitting next to Pete, her face in utter horror as she witnesses the movie's gratuitous violence.

For their first night, the group ventured out to a "point-to-something-on-the-menu"-style dinner. Pete writes,
Dinner, what an experience! I didn't have any problem, but the picky eaters were fu**ed. We had no clue what was what on the menu. We ate BBQ skewers of chicken gizzard, chicken tail, and chicken skin. We also had some fresh sashimi. I ate the whole shrimps and everybody got grossed out because I sucked out the heads. A little gooey, but similar to raw oysters. We also had a ramen dish cooked at our table. There was some sort of mystery meat in it so everyone was turned off to it. Brian and I wanted to get the horse tar tar, but it was too large for the two of us and nobody would have been able to stomach us eating it.
Pete's first day of work was a challenge, what with the language barrier and jet lag. Afterwards, the Japanese team took the American guys out to a traditional dinner:
We had to take our shoes off and leave them outside the dining room. Was a pretty wild experience. After, they took us shopping because a few guys wanted to buy things. Me, I am on the hunt for tea. I have not found exactly what I am looking for and my Japanese coworkers tell me to go to the fish market.
This is approximately Pete's 5th time in Japan, but his first as a civilian. (Maybe one day we'll recount Pete's running-from-the-cops-in-Tokyo story). Everywhere he goes, his team is mystified by his enthusiasm for absorbing culture. With the opportunity for worldwide travel for free (well, for profit, actually), why wouldn't you take it all in? After I presumed that many of his teammates were probably frequenting McDonald's, he replied,
Yea, you hit it right on the money. Peeps are killing the Mc D's left and right. It bothers me that people would...not consider culture. I don't understand their logic. Some of the guys are realizing that we are in Tokyo and they may never be back. They are in awe that I have been here more than once. I explain that I never say goodbye to a place because life and it's twists and turns could and may bring you back if you let it.
I'm proud. And I am jealous. Because, damn, I'd eat some horse tar tar. Pete and I will have our time eventually. That's why we choose to live the way we do, with no mortgage and no room for any extraneous stuff. Some folks wonder how I, being left to my own devices and equipped with Pete's debit card, don't just shop for shoes and handbags all day. Let's give ladies a bit more credit, people. And let's not forget that before Google, I was makin' all that bacon, and that shit's in savings...

To stem my insatiable urge to shop wildly, I've picked up a new hobby. Thanks to Pete's good buddy, Freilach, we are now the proud owners of a sweet harmonica. Everyone in Austin knows how to play a harmonica, so now I can successfully jump on the bandwagon. Sort of.

So, without further ado, I present, "Kara's First Song on the Harmonica". Notice the pinky: