June 18, 2011

• japan again!

   After a mere 30 hours between our apartment door and Kyohei's parent's restaurant for dinner, we were back! I was so tired during dinner last night though I could barely hold my eyes open.  I ended up sleeping from 11pm-8:30.  I wonder if being so impossibly tired, I beat jetlag completely?  Usually I was up at like 5am.  I guess we'll see if I fall asleep in my dinner tonight.

  
  Kyohei with the luggage

  
  "American Dog"= Corn Dog, my favorite!  Only 105 yen!  Which with how weak the dollar is right now, costs about $2.  Ridiculous.  I almost cried when I saw how much my $500 got me. 

  Anyway, we visited Kyohei's grandma and his grandpa's grave today.  I already got the first, "I'll probably die pretty soon, so give me a baby," from his grandma out of the way.

  
  grandma and I in her garden

  
  because I love hydrangeas

  
  ha ha, Kyohei and baby's breath

  I also tried on the zoori (traditional Japanese dress-flops) that I'll wear tomorrow with the kimono.
  

  They are worried about my feet hurting.  Honestly, how could these possibly be as bad as heels?

  
  Kyohei's mom made these little guys to hope for good weather for the wedding tomorrow.  Wow, people really do this.

  
  Despite Kyohei's mom sticking giant signs that say, "drive on the left side" Kyohei still forgot and went down the wrong side of the road.  American has ruined him!

  I also went to the place the reception is being held to practice my karaoke song.

  
  Seriously?!  How gorgeous is this place?  Notice the bar in the back? 

   
  I found my place setting.  If you can read kanji, then you have a guess at my real name.  No publishing, please!

   Anyway, that is what is going on in Japan today.  In a little bit we are going to meet up with some family for dinner. 

  Being back, as expected, is really bringing the nostalgia out.  In Kyohei's room is a framed photo of him, his best friend, my group of JET best friends and I from this disastrous beach clean-up advertised as a cruise and artwalk.  On the other wall hangs my hat from the pilgrimage.  I saw a route marker for the pilgrimage already and I had a dream about my host mom.  Being here makes me ache for those times so much.  I'm only 30 and the pain of nostalgia is almost too incredible.  I should definitely drink more with age.

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