Imagine this:
Picking up the phone.
Dialing a hotel in Japan where for them it's 5:44 a.m.
Making a hotel reservation entirely in Japanese, from top to bottom, including credit card details, pleasantries about New Year's and chit-chat.
I'm not trying to brag, but I can't believe I just did that. And it was as familiar to me as a worn suit.
I guess I'm now in Travel Mode, Faithful Few . . . it's only the tick-tock clock to countdown the time where I'm Going To Be On The Big Planes.
Yo-Yo-Ma.
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