Of great stress to me is watching the Yen dip down to 96.56 to the dollar. Gah. I hate wishing economic problems on a country, but even with the recent buffer of good luck coming in on the monetary front, it would be nice to have a 1 to 100 conversion on that.
Bob got a call from the bank that our Yen had arrived. With each passing step we take, it seems more and more real. To think we'll actually hold the coin (or paper, anyway) of the realm in our hands shortly sort of dumbfounds me.
It'll be weird not carrying a purse, or car keys, or a wallet or a cell phone or any of the mainstays of my normal outside-the-house travel. There will probably be some degree of adjustment and insecurity as that happens. Seeing as I go largely by touch when locating an item, having to stop and look down instead of sticking my hand in to the bag and feeling for plastic or metal or Wegman's bonus card tags or paper is going to be odd, at least for the first few days.
It's so unbelievable that this time next week we'll be crashed in a hotel in Shinjuku, having been in Tokyo 2 and a half days.