We dropped Lucy off at the airport in Fukushima. She called to let us know that she was in Sapporo and the bus she took from the airport to her school had dropped her off at a place she did not recognise. I said what do you mean? And she said it is in the middle of no where. I asked her to ask someone where it was (like she knows enough Japanese to even strike up a conversation!) but she said there was no one around!! Omigod! We were 500 miles away and felt so helpless. She did not have her school address in Japanese, nor did she have the dorm parents’ phone number. What if she had taken the wrong bus and was several hundred miles away from her school? After lots of phone calls back and forth, she finally said she found a tram line after much walking, dragging her suitcase and carrying her big back pack. Thank goodness for tramlines. So she hopped on the tram and headed to her usual stop. The bus had dropped her off several miles too early. I was also thankful that i had her flight changed from evening to and early morning one. Imagine if she had gotten lost in the dark!