The Japanese people are the most hospitable people that I have ever met. They put my manners to shame. At the breakfast buffet, in Kitakami, we were seated and they brought a highchair out for Cole. In Japan, they don't really use the straps to anchor babies in. Willy asked if they had a chair with straps or belts and at the word belt, the waiter scurried behind a wall and preceded to take off his belt to give to us. Willy was mortified and the other tables were pretty amused. Willy was able to let him know that it wasn't necessary for Cole to have his belt and we would be ok. Have I mentioned English was barely spoken there?
Breakfast is great. We made a system: we all sit down and I grab food for Cole (yogurts, fruits, breads, and an egg thingie?), then I get us both OJ and coffee. I then go and grab my breakfast while Willy stops Cole from screaming and feeds him. Now it is Willy's turn to get his breakfy after he scopes mine out. We ate rice, miso soup and fish for every breakfast (and meal, really). I really liked it. They also served the most amazing pineapples, mangos, kiwi and plain yogurts. There was pickled vegetabls, dumplings, miscelaneaus unidentifiable tasties and not so tasties, as well as runny eggs, poached eggs, intresting bacon and sausage. Rule of thumb: Stay away from Western foods because it is not what you are used to.
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lol... it all sounds surreal. I envy u
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