As the day of love nears, I feel like professing my love for the Japanese Tour Group wouldn't be misplaced. Oh, Japanese Tour Group, I love how in your own country you're a reserved bunch, yet so unabashed with your curiosity and antiseptic accessories everywhere else. Those times we lock eyes on a sardined New York City subway, I'm reminded how brilliant you really are, I wish I had some surgical white gloves on right about now. And the time I longingly looked at you from afar in Ephesus, You guys would have umbrellas in this god awful I'm-about-to-faint heat. So Japanese Tour Group, one day I will join one of your tours even if the only phrases I know in Japanese are "Excuse me" and "Water please". I love you!