I'm on holiday and I like it. My wife is here and I can see Japan with tourist's eyes and it's much more beautiful now, it looks somehow more Japanese.

We were in Hakone and stayed in a high-end ryokan - a traditional Japanese inn, which is more a ritual than lodging. The only things you can do there - (wearing all the time a yukata) are to eat - the spectacular meals are served to your room by your personal hostess, and bathe in an onsen, an outdoor hot spring bath, watching the volcanic mountains. From Hakone you can see the magic Mount Fuji.

Some days ago, we visited Hara Museum of Contemporary Art. I think tourists go to art museums and we try to be common tourists. Hara is a small and cozy place that has a permanent installation of my idolized Yoshitomo Nara. The boring thing with the museums is that they are not for seeing art but conserving it. They let you just peep in to the Nara room from the door. There is a recorded female voice telling you not to get closer and a sign on the floor saying "Keep out - under watch by TV". Does TV refer here to a transvestite?

I e-mailed to Santa Claus and asked him to bring me few things:
1. A Japanese super toilet for my home in Spain (should be delivered there directly, I can't have it in my baggage).
2. This is a secret, I can't tell it.
3. Fame & Fortune.
4. Nuclear weapons of North Korea (all of them).
5. No more cup noodles.

I gave a talk at AIT about my work. The audience, who had paid ¥1000 each, were listening concentrated, asking serious questions and some of them wrote notes! I felt a very important person. We went to have some teriyaki for dinner and I was told that I didn't have to pay because I was the star and the others shared my part of the bill.

After the dinner, I was still hungry and had in another place tofu and fish cake. I missed the last train and I was drinking with Nao shochu all night in a basement bar. Everything interesting in Tokyo is invisible from the street and hidden in the basement or the fourth floor.

Before catching the train back to the suburbs, I had some noodles and rice for breakfast.

Alex took me to a shopping mall to buy confectionery - material for my drawings. After the hard work we relaxed in a sentou, a traditional public bath, which had a Finnish style sauna but the best attraction was a real yakuza man with full body tattoo and little finger missing. In Japan, all the cartoon figures have five fingers - in the Occident they have only four - because a missing finger would make all the lovely anthropomorphic animals be members of the organized crime.

After the bath, we did some sumo fighting with Mini and Seymour and Rei cooked us tofuburgers for dinner.

I've never seen another non-English speaking country with so much text in English. The Japanese don't write anything in English for foreigners, they do it because they think it's cool. A good example is that the word information is many times written in English and the information below it is in Japanese only.

I was with Yuko in Yokohama. We had a meeting with Yokohama Museum of Art's Taro Amano. I have no idea if he liked my work. I can't interpret the Japanese. Later we went to an event organized by the Singapore Biennale. After that, we had dinner at Chinese Cafe Eight and Shun forced his father, the Mori Museum director Fumio Nanjo, to see my drawings.

The best thing is that I feel a little bit inegrated in my new neighborhood: I have a red cashback card for the local Ozeki supermarket.