Unfortunately, this was the morning I figured out that I had no idea where my id card was. After lots of searching in multiple places over the last few days, the best idea I can come up with was that I had it in my pocket at Narita and in the midst of running (literally) like a madwoman (figuratively), the card inched its way out of my pocket. *Sad trombone!*
|Our Machiya! (SMS)|
That night, we went to the Gion district and walked around. We ate at a little restaurant we came across that only served New Zealand lamb dishes. We had a lovely meal in the cute, small dining room and spoke with a customer who taught physiology at UCSB from 1979-1981.
We walked around a few more allies, bought some ice cream and then hopped back on the bus to the Machiya. We all crashed almost as soon as we got there. Another successful, full day!