9:00 lab isn't exactly the best way to start the day. But that's where I was 9:00 am Friday morning. In lab playing with an operational amplifier. Fun times. Luckily, the lab wasn't too long and thanks to Matt, one of my lab partners, we finished in record time and went to grab some lunch before the mad rush on the cafeteria.
Rachel and I have been kind of behind on the whole planning Golden Week thing. We were supposed to go book our shinkansen tickets after I got out of lab. I had been mailing Rachel like crazy after lab, but she is apparently a heavy sleeper. During lunch she finally received my texts and we arranged to meet in an hour at Kyoto Station. I go to Kyoto station at our arranged time, but Rachel was a bit late, I text her and she says shes eating lunch and she should be by in 20. Long story short, she was a bit over an hour late. Ususally I'd be a bit irritated (no one makes Anya wait), but luckily there are so many neat stores and crazy things to see around the station that I didn't really mind. But the thing is, because she was so late, I decided to go to the Bing (the crazy rich family that sponsors all of the abroad programs at Stanford) arranged a cultural activity for our group.
Then have the strangest things here.
Rule of thumb: if an event is Bing sponsored go. I was a bit late, but thanks to the office ladies and some maps I was able to get to the location right in time for it to begin. We watched rakugo, a sort of one-man Japanese comedy act (which was thankfully in English) and a man spinning tops, which sounds kind of weird, but trust me, was pretty cool.
After all that business I went back to the program center to meet Rachel and we headed off to Kyoto Station. We wandered around a bit and settled down in a cafe to finalize our travel plans. About the time when we were good and ready to go to the ticket window, I pull out my JR pass and notice that I have Kenny's. Kenny, who was in Okinawa for the day. Boo. Multiple fails on both mine and Rachels part. So we did what girls do, that is wander around and shop. I finally found leggings that fit (I am a mutant by their clothing standards) and even a pair of boots so I don't feel like a hobo in my running shoes.
For dinner Rachel and I settled on an Italian pasta restaurant. I am used to eating at gluttous American restaurants where the serving sizes are so immense that leaving with takeout box is a must. Here in Japan, there are no takeout boxes and this restaurants pricing systems prove it. Basically, you could order any sized dish of pasta (ranging from M to LL) for the same price. Crazy I know. If it was America, everyone would order the LL and take home some leftovers. But here in the Land of the Rising Son, people order what they can eat. Rachel and I both settled for L size and some breadsticks.
Engrish prease.
Then off to home and sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
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