Midori completes her transition into typical teenage Japanese keitei obsessed youth.
Unintentional big-head shot.
Below a candid, over the shoulder, no look shot that actually gets everybody in the picture.
They clearly didn't see it coming.
Sasebo, where I was happier than I should've been to find a Popeye's Fried Chicken.
2nd day leftover Subway sandwiches are equally good.
The combined Pugh - Snider - Adachi clans actually bought food from all of the places in the Sasebo food court.
Popeye's...
Subway...
Dunkin Donuts...
Pizza...
Taco Bell...
Baskin Robbins...
No stone left unturned.
We have tasted overindulgence.
And it was good.
The car below pulled into the same rest stop as us on the way home. The dude driving it was even sporting an aloha shirt and two-tone loafers. Total 1950's throwback.
I swear, if that car was a ragtop, it'd be my dream ride.
When you try and get your Japanese cousin to say hi to her American brethren, the fear sets in.
Notice though, in the truest sense of 15 year old teenage-dom, despite her fleeing, she pauses to check her hair and reflection in the car window.
Ah, to be 15 again.
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