It turned out to be a pretty good weekend with Dave. He left this afternoon, back to the cold hand of winter in Tokyo. Hopefully he left with some good memories and a full belly! Sheesh – for a skinny guy I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody pack away the food like he does. I was truly in the presence of a master. He truly humbled me at the Outrigger’s buffet Saturday night. And he must have consumed a pound of bacon at breakfast. Cripes.
We caught some good jazz at the Fishbowl, checked out the terra cotta warriors from the Q’in dynasty, and did a lot of sightseeing. He was blown away by the beauty of Guam, something that’s become dulled in my daily life. I hope he returns – I actually enjoyed playing island host for a change.