With my third year of living abroad halfway complete, I’ve learned how to adapt to and appreciate the particularities of a certain culture.  Of course, I stumble often, but there’s always moments when you’re running away with the environment.

On our first full day in Japan, Laura’s extended family treated us to a day of immersive local experiences.  A surprise among them was the chance to spend the night in a small, private onsen hot spring inn.  The onsen we expected, but the accommodations . . .

I’m a suit guy, one hundred percent.  I feel most comfortable, most daring, and most myself in a spread collar Y-back braces, and notch lapels.  Me in a suit is me in my skin.

Among other sartorial applications, I am a habitual follower of flying in a suit.  But in my few years’ experience of the three-piece lifestyle, there’s always a time and place in which it belongs.  Definitely not in a time of nineteen hours and a place of two planes, three airports, and  one makeshift fort at a food court.