Our engagement in Japan: After spending a smoky evening in an Izakaya where Segen drank two or three (four?) plum wines, and chatting with the locals about Levi’s jeans and Japanese soap operas, we fell asleep back in our beautiful b&b hoping the clouds would clear allowing for a full view of Mt. Fuji. I got up at the crack of dawn this morning, opened the blinds, and a snowcapped Mt. Fuji was standing tall outside the window - not a cloud in the sky. We threw our clothes on and walked quickly through the tight streets of Fujiyoshida towards the pagoda we’d heard so much about. After climbing no less than a million stairs, making our way ever nearer to the top viewing deck, we stopped for a quick picture under a torii gate and Segen asked me to turn around to face the mountain for a picture and that’s when he snuck up on me and asked me to marry him. I yelled in the valley like Godzilla was upon our Japanese friends and at the top of my lungs- I said yes.