More sushi

Hi Mom,

Boy, this blog makes me look like a pig. But a happy and full one. Henry and I consumed an unreal amount of sushi today at Choshi, one of my favorite (reasonable) sushi places. We got the dragon roll, the spicy dragon roll, a zillion other rolls and then rolled out.

We hoofed it all the way down to St. Mark's Bookshop, a neat indie place in the East Village stuffed with rows of Chomsky and Che, in hopes of walking off some spicy sauce. I stared at their extensive, exotic travel section for way too long. I'm now thinking Peru for later this summer, perhaps an Inca trail if I can swing it. They throw all the countries at me at once in an overwhelming spread of Laos, Thailand, Argentina and Ireland. That's just to name a few. I'd still be gunning for Nepal if tickets didn't start at $1,495.

A lot of sushi, a walk through the city streets, and just the beginning of my night.

Love,

Karen