There's something about Japan the moment you arrive that makes you feel that one trip is never enough. My first visit was in the summer. While dealing with the heat, there were plenty of amazing  photography spots and many streets to get lost in. The streets were alive with music, bright neon signs, and everywhere you looked, there was something grabbing your attention. Every night was a party. And when I went back in the winter to visit the snow monkeys and to take a break from life, it was like stepping into a completely different place. The crowds thinned, the landscapes went quiet, and snow settled over the same shrines and mountain paths. These two trips only scratched the surface of what Japan has to offer, and if anything, they've made me more eager to go back and dig deeper into everything I've yet to see.