Intro to Japan

Alright let's just get the awkward out of the way: No, I don't have any pictures to show you. You're just going to have to get over it.

Sunday we made the trek to LA. We saw a candy apple red Ferrari and ate at Burger King. They have sweet potato fries now. Did you know that? Then Monday we went from LA to Tokyo. As expected, it was a long flight. Just short of 12 hours. We read, ate plane food, watched movies, ate plane food, and tried to take a short nap. No avail. I've never been one for napping. We arrived in Tokyo, made it through immigration and customs, and settled down to wait for the next flight to Nagoya.

At this point, though, I was due for a bathroom break. Toilet= hole in the floor. Right. Almost forgot about that. Meanwhile, Hubs went off to find something to drink. I know that you dont get much to drink on planes, and I brought along a large water bottle that I rationed the whole way, but nothing can prepare my body for only receiving 3 oz of water every hour or so. I just don't function that way. I needed rehydration. So as I was saying, hubs went to procure some. He got what looked like green tea. Naturally, it was barley tea. What does barley tea taste like? I thought you might ask so I tried to think of a way to describe it. There are no words. I went back and got what looked like water. Luckily, it was. We sat and waited for the next flight. Ya know what I started noticing here? Japanese women worked all the airlines, we're all the same size, and all smiled a ton. Think PanAm, but Japanese. But wait, its not just the airport staff. Everyone is the same size and is smiling a lot! There was one other American woman in the same terminal. She yelled at me. Coincidence? Don't think so.


We arrived in Naygoya and claimed my bag. First international flight without losing my bag= success! Thanks, orderly Japanese people. And then I saw the mirror image of my hubs standing outside baggage claim. I hadn't seen that face in over a year. We exchanged big hugs with Rob and Tara and ventured off to the subway and to the bus to their apartment. I've been in plenty of public transportation situations, but things are a little different here. No one pushes to get on the subway. People waitin single-file line to get on the bus. And everything is clean. Overall, it makes the experience much more positive except that people don't really talk on public transportation. So you have to be very quiet. Boring.

We arrived at the apartment, ate pizza, quesadillas, and Doritos (no, this is definitely not common) and crashed at 11 or so. We had woken up that "morning" at 7am pacific/ 9am central/ 11pm Nagoya time. So a full 24 hours later we were happily resting on "futons" on the floor. Futons are just thick padding. Kinda like memory foam without the bed, except it has no memory. Well, you know what I mean. Anyway, it got the job done and because we hadn't slept in so long we weren't too badly affected by jet lag. 6am wake-up, equivalent to 8pm central, is a good start to the time change. Too bad we keep waking up at the same time each morning...

Anywho, there is plenty more to tell you, but it'll have to wait cause typing on my iPad is slightly less than comfortable. Besides, I want to get some breakfast.

Over and out.

Ps- Yes, it is all like they portray in Big Bird in Japan. No joke.

Pps- I'm not proofreading so you'll just need to ignore typos and poor grammar, please and thank you,

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