A Very Slow-Moving Typhoon + Denny's in Japan

I didn't know that typhoons and hurricanes were essentially the same until recently. Growing up by the Gulf of Mexico, June through November was known as hurricane season. Anything below a category 3 was probably ok, and anything above it would warrant an evacuation. In most cases, there would be a lot of anxiety and buildup only for the storm to change direction at the last moment. The big exception, of course, was Hurricane Katrina, when we packed enough things for the standard two days away and ended up not returning for two months. 

During our first year in Japan, someone would shrug and casually say, "a typhoon is coming, so it's going to rain tomorrow." Nobody seemed particularly worried about emergency supplies, piling on the sandbags, or taping up the windows - telltales signs of an approaching hurricane where I grew up. It all seemed rather downplayed here, probably because the infrastructure is well-designed and better built. It's funny how the same natural phenomenon manifests completely differently in different places. 

This typhoon we are experiencing at the moment is a large one, though it has not Tokyo directly. It is also a very slow-moving one. It started raining on Sunday morning, with unpredictable waves of squalls throughout the day, and it is still raining as I write this on Tuesday afternoon. It also happens to be a long holiday weekend here, so indoor spaces were more crowded than usual with locals and tourists alike seeking entertainment while sheltering from the rain. 

We went to Tokyo Skytree, which contains a massive shopping complex with nearly as many places to eat as there are to shop. There is also an aquarium, an arcade, exhibits, and other entertainment venues. If you have a choice, stay clear of tourist hot spots on Japanese holidays, especially when the weather herds everyone indoors. The crowd was insane. Lines snaking out the door of the souvenir shop. One hour wait for lunch. We were lucky - I got in the line of a ramen restaurant around 11:15 (the lines begin forming at 11 and grow exponentially with every passing minute). Considered literally to be a fast food, ramen shops have quick turnover. We waited just over half an hour. 

The other semi-eventful thing we did this weekend was visit Denny's. I had been curious about it ever since I read Matthew Amster-Burton's book Pretty Good Number One: An American Family Eats Tokyo. Denny's in Japan looks just like the Denny's in America. Or at least the sign does. Beyond the sign, Denny's is a completely different restaurant from its American counterpart. It is known as a family restaurant serving a wide variety of Japanese comfort foods at a reasonable price. The atmosphere inside kind of reminded me of a Shoney's from the 90s, except with better food. 

It's not a bad place for a well balanced family meal when nobody feels like cooking. There are plenty of vegetables, and everything is reasonably priced. Unlike American family restaurants, portions are smaller but probably perfect for the average adult. I ordered their seasonal hambagu (Japanese hamburger steak, a staple of modern comfort food in this country) with mushrooms. 

We also ordered a spinach sautéed with bacon and a chicken jambalaya, which looked very different from the jambalaya I know but tasted surprisingly similar. The kids menu, like everywhere else, is full of things like juice, jello, and french fries. I didn't order anything from there. It wasn't a gourmet meal, but it was satisfying, and we ate well. I should mention that Denny's Japan is known for their drink bar (i.e., soda bar) and dessert menu, which is full of ice creams and parfaits. In terms of a balanced meal, it's a sliding scale, and the diner has a lot of leeway to choose. 

As I am finishing up this post (many hours later), the typhoon is already receding. It's left a cool breeze in its wake. Could this be the beginning of autumn? I hope so. No matter how hot it gets in the summer here, you can reasonably count on each season arriving with characteristically Japanese punctuality.  

If You're Going to Japan in the Summer

    I have moaned enough about summer, so in this post I'm going to share all the nice things about summers in Japan. This is our family's second in Japan. We stayed here last summer because there were still too many travel restrictions, both abroad and in Japan. The Olympics were taking place, and in an attempt to keep the Covid-19 cases under control, the Japanese government was limiting entry into the country. This summer, with worldwide inflation and the war in Europe, airplane tickets were expensive. Since Japan has begun receiving foreign visitors again, we decided to wait for my parents to visit rather than visit them in America. All this is to say that, by remaining in Japan for two summers, we learned how to make the most of it. 

    If you are going to Japan in the summer, you can't miss going to a matsuri, or festival. These are based in Shinto-ism and usually take place outdoors with street food, music, dancing, games, and sometimes fireworks. Each region, town, and village has its own traditions. After a two-year hiatus due to covid, summer festivals returned this summer. We stumbled upon one a few weekends ago near Yoyogi Park. My kids had never been to one, and they were completely captivated by the sight of matsuri dancers dressed in colorful costume. Every ten to fifteen minutes, a different group of dancers and drummers would take to the stage to perform. Each group had unique but equally eye-catching costumes. E would have stayed to watch the performances the entire day. 

    Since this festival was in the middle of Tokyo, it wasn't the traditional matsuri you might find in a smaller city, but we still enjoyed good food (seaweed flavored udon noodles in a cold broth + Okinawan ramen) and sake samples (a rarity). A more local matsuri would have most people dressed in their summer yukata, something E has been asking for. These robes are more casual than kimonos, have range of vibrant patterns, and make for excellent photos and even better people watching. 

I wouldn't have survived this past summer without kakigori. Kakigori is Japanese shaved ice, and it is ubiquitous in the summer. You will find it at food stands, public parks, and as seasonal items in restaurants and cafes. If you ask E, she will probably say that all her favorite summer memories include kakigori. In Tokyo there are fancy ones. The famous Sebastian cafe makes one that looks just like a cake. My favorite is the one you eat when you've been biking, hiking, or playing with your kids outside on a hot day - usually the one made with chunky shaved ice, food coloring, and syrup. E's favorite flavor is "Blue Hawaiian."

At the top of my to-do-in-Japan list is to climb Mount Fuji. You can only climb it in the summer because it is too cold during the other seasons. It is easy enough for children to climb, though mine are still too young. My nephews, ages 8 and 11 at the time, climbed it with their father and from all accounts, it was a fantastic experience. Although it is known as an easy climb, the ascent still takes 5-7 hours. Most climbers stay in a mountain cabin and start their ascent in the early hours of the morning so that they can 1) see the sunrise, 2) reach the chilly peak during the warmest hours of daylight, and 3) make it back down by nightfall. 

The last thing I have enjoyed most about summers here are the evenings. Sure, it could be cooler (the air is usually thick and still even after the sun has gone down), but enjoying summer evenings like this without worrying about personal safety is a true luxury. In Chicago, I would never voluntarily go out after dark. Usually it was to walk my dog or attend a work-related event. I definitely never thought of myself as a night person. Here I can walk around at night alone, without pepper spray, without being hyper vigilant. So I've rediscovered the enjoyment of being out at night: going to an izakaya, sitting outdoors at a cafe, window shopping, or just taking a walk. 

May next summer be cooler than this one, a little more Covid-free, and filled with hikes, kakigori, matsuri, and evening strolls. 

    

Digital Books, Eating at Muji, and a Chilled Saturday

    I received a Kindle for my birthday last year, but it took me some time to warm up to digital reading. In Chicago, we lived down the street from the public library, and it was easy to check out and return books. I liked physically browsing books and taking them home. Choosing a book via Kindle felt like online shopping - it should be easier but was somehow harder and took more effort. The enormous digital selection was overwhelming. Then one day, my spouse, an enthusiastic proponent of digital reading, bought Haruki Murakami's What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. I started reading it, and that got me into reading on the Kindle. I'm glad I did. In a Japanese-speaking world, it's a convenient way to access English-language books. 

   Because of that, I have been reading a lot this summer. I just read Ruth Ozeki's The Book of Form and Emptiness, which is a story about an adolescent boy who is navigating life with his mother after his father dies. He begins to hear voices from objects and is subsequently hospitalized in a pediatric psychiatric ward. I wasn't particularly drawn to plot, but I love Ozeki's other works, so I gave it a try. It's a fictional story, and not at all a treatise or critique on current issues. Like her earlier book My Year of Meats, it represents in a thoughtful way all the maladies afflicting our post-industrial society. It's also about the power and morality of objects and our relationships with them. It is fiction but relevant, absurd yet relatable, despairing yet hopeful. It's my favorite book this summer. 

    E has been in summer school. It is farther than her usual school with no efficient public transportation routes, so we have been commuting via mamachari. It is a 40 minute ride roundtrip with two roundtrips each day. And so, I have been treating myself to kakigori. Kakigori is shaved ice with condensed milk or syrup or both with various toppings. Its ice is usually finely shaved compared to other types of shaved ice (like the New Orleans snoball). It is a fixture of Japanese summers, especially this summer which has been brutally hot. 

    On Saturday, we went to an indoor play space for the kids. We braced ourselves for a long queue but it wasn't that bad. In fact, there were fewer people than there had been on a weekend during winter. This play space is located in an indoor shopping mall with grocery stores and lots of restaurants, making for an easy transition to lunch. It also has a very cute bathroom dedicated for kids. 

Everything is a smaller size - the stalls, toilets, wash basins, etc. Japanese kids are afforded so much independence, and the infrastructure makes it easy. 

    The biggest problem with dining out in Tokyo is not dining with kids but rather dining without a reservation. People make reservations by default. If a good restaurant has a reservation system, it will likely be full unless you book a few days ahead. If the restaurant does not take reservations (more casual lunch spots, food courts, etc.), be prepared to go early or wait in line or both. You must constantly think ahead. With this in mind, at 11:15 am, we headed to the Muji cafe, which does not take reservations. 

© Ryohin Keikaku Co., Ltd.

© Ryohin Keikaku Co., Ltd.

    Muji is a Japanese brand that is based on a philosophy of minimalism, recycling, reducing production, and having a no logo/no brand policy. Not a bad philosophy, but it is also a massive retailer, so who knows. In Japan, they also have a cafe that sells healthy cafeteria-style food. It makes an effort - unique among big Japanese brands - to offer alternatives to animal protein. It is also a great place for families. I really enjoy the relaxed atmosphere of cafeteria-style eateries. There are no kids sets per se, but you can pick and choose among daily dishes, salad sets, curry sets, and soup sets among others. Better than the typical kids set that comes with fries, juice, and jello. It cost less than $30 USD for our family of four with large appetites. 

    If you have small kids, you may well know that they start declining in energy after lunch. It becomes a countdown to getting home and taking a nap. So we squeezed in a trip to the grocery store, picked up donuts from Mister Donut, and headed home. It was a relaxing Saturday. 

Global Warming Blues, Joypolis, and Other Ways of Surviving a Heat Wave

    Every day in Tokyo for the last five days, and everyday for the next five days, temperatures will reach 35 to 36 degrees Celsius. That's 96-98 degrees in Fahrenheit. There has been no rain, despite this being the rainy season. The heat is oppressive, dangerous even. And it is days like these that make me think about what the world will be like when my children are my age. It makes me wonder about each choice I make: should I turn the air conditioning on for short-term comfort but at the expense of long-term harm to the environment? Why do I need chilled wine on demand when people are dying from natural disasters stemming from climate change? How can we avoid fish caught by trawling? Do my individual choices matter in the shadow of behemoth corporate, government, and military action? Even if my actions don't make a big difference, surely they matter to some extent. And of course, our collective choices do make a difference. 

    I think about how, in Japan and in many other places in the world, the majority of housework is shouldered by women. How collapsing cardboard boxes, rinsing and flattening milk cartons, dropping off the recycling at collection centers, using and cleaning rags instead of paper towels, using gentler solutions that require more effort, feeding your family more sustainable foods while ensuring their health and satiety, sorting through an infinite number of kids art projects to recycle and reuse - how so much of this is the work of women. Even so, as a woman completing many (but luckily not all) of these tasks, when I get cynical, I remind myself that there is always an opportunity cost to my actions (or lack of action). Convenience is rarely free. It also makes me aware that gender equality is another step to a more sustainable world. 

    Enough brooding. This post is really about the ways we have been trying to stay cool. The first is staying indoors as much as possible whilst keeping our kids entertained. On the weekends, they can only stay at home for so long without going crazy, so we looked into possible indoor outings. We decided on Joypolis, an indoor amusement park. My nephews and niece are also here for the summer, so we all went together. I was under the impression that Joypolis was somehwere between Chuck-E-Cheese and Dave and Buster's, but that is totally not the case. It was great for my almost 14-year-old and 11-year-old nephews, but it was a bit intense even for my 8-year-old niece, let alone my kids. It is probably the most fun for teenagers and young adults.    

Entering the Joypolis universe. 

    Joypolis was more like an arcade on steroids: bright artificial light everywhere, screens and sounds everywhere. It gave me sensory overload. My husband went here when he was a kid and said that it was more low-key fifteen, twenty years ago. I'm sure it was. 

    Kids under 7 are free (makes sense now). The entrance fee for kids 7-17 is about $4 USD and $6.50 USD for adults. Once you enter, each ride will cost about $5 and games are usually between $1-6. If you expect to go on a lot of rides, you can purchase the passport ticket for $30 for kids and $40 for adults. The passport tickets allow access to all the rides, but not the games. 

This looked like a good game for little kids, but it was hard, even for adults!

     We purchased the passport tickets for the older kids. They would have had to go on five rides to get their tickets' worth. However, there was an hour-long line for each ride, which would mean spending all day waiting in line. In the end, they went on three rides and played a bunch of games. They also played with a lot of claw crane games, if you can call those games, and actually won two massive stuffies without spending all their money. I was impressed. Preteens and their unexpected talents. 

    Joypolis is in Odaiba and located in a large shopping complex next to several other shopping complexes. The entire area is a neighborhood of malls. While this doesn't make for the nicest neighborhood, it makes it easier to find lunch. Joypolis has a few eateries, but they fill up quickly. Plus, so long as you keep your ticket, re-entry is permitted. 

Odaiba: Tokyo Bay on one side, entertainment hub on the other. 

    After lunch, I went with M and my mother in law to a nearby mall to take a break from Joypolis. E, though too young for most games and rides, was nevertheless having a good time since she was in the company of her cousins. So my husband stayed with the four older kids while I got a napping toddler. I would say that I got the better end of the deal. I spent the rest of the afternoon looking at art supplies for E's approaching summer holiday. So that was one hot day down, eight more to go. 

    We have also been consuming a lot of frozen desserts - a time-tested, much simpler way of coping with the heat. There are the usual frozen pops, but also more interesting ones we are trying for the first time. One of my favorites is the Crunch Choco Monaka, which is a wafer filled with half vanilla ice cream and half chocolate crunch. Although it is marketed as Hershey's product, I have only seen this in Japan. Another favorite is matcha ice cream topped with brown sugar, mochi, and matcha powder. Here is to making the best of the heat with sweets. 

A Baseball Outing

Last Friday, my husband and I went to watch our first baseball game since Covid-19 began. This makes it sound like we regularly went to games before Covid-19, and we didn't. We actually have not been to a game in six years. This was only my second Japanese baseball game, the first one being seven years ago, also in Tokyo.  

I can't tell you how to get tickets because my husband got them. It is a somewhat complicated process involving different dates and different seating areas for different membership tiers, including the free membership which is what we got to buy the tickets. Last Friday's game was between the Tokyo Yakult Swallows and Hiroshima Toyo Carp. The Swallows won the Japan Series last year, so they have been popular, and the stadium was nearly full. Since we bought the tickets on the first day they became available for our membership tier, we were still able to get great seats. 

A perfectly balmy evening for a baseball game. 

Baseball is just as popular, if not more so, in Japan as it is in the U.S. In the U.S., I've been to a few Mets games and a few White Sox games. There are lots of similarities between baseball here and there, but some differences as well. The most notable differences:

The Seats

The Meiji Jingu Stadium is old, dating back to 1926. Apparently it is one of the few standing professional stadiums, along with Wrigley Field and Fenway Park, that existed when Babe Ruth played. 

Perhaps because of its age, the stadium seats are narrow and small for just about anyone. Our friend J is tall and mostly sat with his legs together. He savored the minutes when his seat mates were getting food and drinks. While the seating is not luxurious, I didn't mind it. Our neighbors were respectful about keeping to their own space. Despite there being no government mandate for mask wearing outdoors, the majority wore masks. Everyone cleaned up after themselves (People say this is a Japanese phenomenon, and I have to say, I don't understand why this is phenomenon. It should be common sense.) and kept their rubbish in their own space.

The Food

The food is similar to its American counterpart, though there is more variety. It is definitely not healthy, but you can buy edamame, which is considered a good beer snack. You can easily buy food at grocery stores or convenience stores nearby and bring them with you into the stadium. Stadium food is reasonably priced, but outside food is still less expensive. 

Concession stands sell hot dogs, fried noodles, yakitori, fried chicken, etc. Let me show you some of the things we ate: 

Different types of bentos boxes. 

Takoyaki (grilled squid balls) with scallions and chili sauce. 

Pineapple shaved ice. 

A concession stand selling Chinese food. 

Three cheese french fries and a Kirin beer. 

Curry...with imprinted cheese. 

The Volume

The final major difference I noticed is the noise level at Japanese baseball games. I don't know what it is about sporting events in America, but the noise is deafeningly loud. The speakers blast music, and then people have to shout over the speakers to converse with each other. And then you have to buy baby earmuffs to prevent damage to your kid's ears. While there are also chants and cheers here, I found that I could talk at a normal volume and hear what my seat mates were saying. 

It's the same game around the world, but the experience of watching baseball is definitely unique in Japan. Even though I don't know anything about baseball (I mostly follow what is happening based on crowd cues), I had a great time. I would even say that it was more fun to watch baseball in Japan than in the U.S. as someone who is not a big baseball fan. The environment was more relaxed. After all, there was so much to enjoy - the food, the company, and the beautiful spring evening. 

Two Typhoons and a Ballet Recital

Two typhoons were headed for Japan this past week. One of them came to Tokyo, and the other blew past (I think - news is all in Japanese, so I guess what they are saying sometimes). Everyone seemed pretty calm about this, so I too went about my day as usual. Breakfast as usual:

Kid's breakfast: yogurt & muesli, toast three ways (marmite, jam, and avocado), and pastry. 

My breakfast: yogurt, muesli, and coffee. The yogurt containers are small, so I eat two.

Then, even though it had started raining, we braved the weather to go out for lunch. Everyone in the family has their own favorite ramen place. This one is mine. It is a 10-15 minute walk from our home. I love it because the menu is extensive. Most ramen restaurants specialize in their type of broth. This own has both creamy broth and lighter ones, plus fried chicken sides. 

Additions for your ramen. In each pot is yuzu pepper, garlic paste, and plum paste. In the box is a type of seaweed. 

It was also a long weekend, and E had her first ballet recital on Monday. I danced ballet throughout my childhood and up to college, so I thought it would all be familiar. I was wrong - it was completely different and more intense than any childhood recital of mine. 

E practiced about four hours a week during the weeks leading up to the recital. The choreography presented a healthy dose of challenge for E. On the day of the recital, we dropped her off in the morning at the concert hall, where she would run through a morning dress rehearsal, have lunch with her peers, and complete last minute touchups for costume and makeup. She was there from the morning until late afternoon. The list of things for her to bring on that day included costume (a mini professional one!), name tag (with bands sewn on by me grandma so she can wear it), a bento with food that would not get stuck between her teeth, individual picnic mat for eating lunch, warm up pants and hoodie, warm up socks, water bottle, name labels on all belongings including makeup items, hand towel, hair accessories, extra mask, bag for garbage, and bag for shoes. 

Although I grumbled a lot about the preparation, it was a beautiful recital. The venue was a large concert hall. I was incredibly impressed by the dancers, particularly the younger ones who flawlessly executed long stretches of complex choreography. Even though E was pushed more than she was used to, she experienced the happiness of working hard and accomplishing something difficult. We were proud of her. 

Unfortunately photos and recordings of the recital itself were not permitted, so this is all I have. I plan to buy the official recording once it is available. Side note: the cost of ballet in Japan is surprisingly high. Growing up, my ballet tuition was about $60/month. Even taking inflation into consideration, E's tuition is much, much higher than this. Moreover, the recital itself cost a lot. This is not surprising after seeing the costume, venue, etc. My husband has a Japanese intern who was a former ballerina who danced until her late teens. According to her, these costs are unremarkable for ballet recitals here. 

I guess I always considered ballet as having a low entry barrier: all you need is a leotard, tights, and slippers. My ballet school growing up had students from all walks of life. My impression is that, here, the barrier to enter ballet is designed to be high. We loved E's recital, but four-year-olds do not need professional tutus and venues. I like that E's ballet school challenges her, but I do wish that it were more widely accessible.

Congratulatory peach tart. It is impressive how many extraordinary patisseries there are in Tokyo. 

Bouquet of flowers from the grandparents. 

A Week in Midsummer

It is midsummer in Tokyo. That means it is hot and humid everyday. Today is the first day in two weeks that the temperature has not reached the 90s. You might have heard about the typhoon heading toward Japan. It has been in the international news for its potential disruption of the Olympics. Because of the typhoon, we finally had a rainy day, which meant a cooler day, which meant a happier me. I took advantage and went on a run this morning, despite the rain. It was humid, but it felt great to run outside again. I would take a Chicago winter over a Tokyo summer! 

It is also the first week of the Olympics. Last Friday and all weekend long, our neighborhood was crowded with people scoping out the national stadium. Of course, there is nothing really to see. You could see the fireworks from the opening ceremony for all of 30 seconds. I think people just want to experience the Olympic ambience. Here are a few photos from the night of the opening ceremony:

People, media, and Youtubers galore.

People camped out with their bentos in front of the Olympic Museum,
right next to the National Stadium.

Police galore.

A family of six on an Olympic outing. 
They are split between two bicycles - two children per bike.
Can you spot the infant in the father's carrier? This is very common in Japan. 

Checkpoints galore.

We have been eating out more than usual. It is too hot to cook and too hot to open our windows to ventilate after cooking. Due to the current state of emergency, restaurants are not permitted to serve alcohol. They can, however, serve alcohol free beer. Zero alcohol beer if very popular in Japan. There are a wide variety, and some are quite good considering they are zero alcohol and even zero calories. It is a great accompaniment to a hot bowl of ramen. 

Most people know ramen, udon, and soba. Somen is the least known noodle. It very thin and usually eaten cold with a dipping sauce. My husband made this somen salad this weekend with blanched cabbage, pork belly, and a white sesame paste dressing. It was the perfect midsummer lunch. 

It is the summer gift-giving season here. There is also a winter one. Japanese have a strong gift-giving tradition. At stations and pit stops, you will see sweets and local specialties packaged nicely as gifts. Travelers buy these as omiyage to take home for family, friends, and colleagues. Gift-giving season is usually for people to give gifts to teachers, mentors, superiors, colleagues, etc. Physicians will receive gifts from patients. My father-in-law receives a lot of gifts during this time because he is a senior physician with established patient relationships. He reportedly once received a live octopus from one of his patients. 

This week, he received this musk melon. These melons cost about $120 USD. The melon comes with a little note providing the specific date on which the melon will be at its peak ripeness. My in-laws had planned to be away on that date, so they gave us the melon. This was my first taste of fancy melon. I would say that it tasted as perfect as you can expect a melon to taste. But I would never buy this for myself.

With that, I leave you with a photo of a midsummer day and one of a midsummer night. 

The Week Before the Olympics

The Olympics are just around the corner now. Most people in Japan, I think, are excited about the Olympics itself. But with respect to the Olympics being held in Japan, the atmosphere here is a mix of trepidation, resignation, and a bit of apathy as well. People are worried about the risk of coronavirus spreading. Despite the vaccine rollout picking up speed, only a fraction of the population is vaccinated. 

There is also the disappointment of hosting the Olympics without enjoying the benefits of being a host. We live close to the national stadium where the opening ceremony will take place. There are extensive road closures in our neighborhood, and they are to last until after the Paralympic Games in September. My mother in law's favorite grocery store shut down last year to make room for Olympic venues. In addition, there will be no spectators for events held in Tokyo. These tickets will be voided and refunded. The movements of athletes, reporters, and other people associated with the Olympics will be restricted.  

I see some Olympic paraphernalia here and there, but it is less than what you would expect. I found the most Olympic stuff at Flying Tiger:

I guess this is just not the Olympics that everyone signed up for. My father in law was in elementary school during the 1964 Tokyo Olympics. Back then, they drew a lottery for 90% of the schoolchildren to attend the games. What a terrible lottery! My father in law fell into the unlucky 10% who did not get to attend. So you can imagine his excitement at having a second shot. Alas, it was not meant to be. Alternative plans for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics have been so drawn out and have changed so much that  even his disappointment is now muted. 

Despite it all, I am excited to watch the Olympics on television. I have many good childhood memories of watching the Olympics. I used to record my favorite events and have at least ten VHS cassettes recorded of the 1996 and 2000 games. I love the stories, and I love cheering for the underdog athlete: the ones who persevere despite minimum resources. In this way, the Olympic spirit is contagious. 

I do not envy the athletes who must perform outdoors. Rainy season has ended and in its place is sweltering summer heat. I would take rain over the sun and heat any day. During our outing to Showa Kinen Park, we each drank at least 4-5 cups of water each. My husband, in the interest of traveling light, had planned to buy water as needed at the park. Me, in the interest of reducing waste and saving money, brought my thermos. We would have bought at least ten water bottles if we had not brought the thermos. There were water fountains everywhere, which was nice. If you visit Japan in the summer, a thermos is a must to keep hydrated and cool! 

It is also the second half of edamame season. You can see fresh edamame in all the supermarkets right now. Did you know what they grew on branches like this? 

We ended the weekend with a cold beer, fresh edamame, and a pretty view of a summer sunset (+ relief that the sun was setting).