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Gluten-Free at Disneyland

One of my favorite things about travelling is trying all the food! Over the last few years, however, I’ve found that my body really can’t handle wheat.

Now that the world is opening back up, I’ve had to navigate traveling while living the gluten-free life – which means carrying a lot of my own just-in-case snacks. And also, a lot of research into restaurants before I go. So much research.

The husband and I just spent 3 days at the Disneyland parks, and I was pleasantly surprised! We stuck to the snack stands and quick-service food and I was able to order a variety of gluten-free items. My general travel go-to is a burger with no bun – but there’s only so many burgers I can eat before I never want to see ground beef again.

So here’s my experience with gluten-free dining at Disneyland! Luckily for me, I don’t have celiac or a life-threatening allergy: I don’t have to be super careful regarding cross-contact. If you do have more serious gluten-free needs, then you may want to stick to the non-quick service restaurants so you can talk to your server and chef in a non-rushed environment. But: I will say, they seemed to take gluten-free very seriously – my food came out of a separate part of the kitchen, was often covered, and they asked me if it was ok to put on the same tray with the husband’s beglutened foods. Also: whenever I did opt for a gluten-free item, my food took longer. All good signs when you are dealing with food allergies.

First up, Disney has a very generous bring-your-own-food-in policy. I carried in snacks with me (which they saw when inspecting my bag!) and they had no issues with it.

Next up, I used the Disneyland app to order most food. As of January 2023, ordering via the mobile app provides an easy way to filter by gluten-free items. Sometimes they were a slight variation on an existing menu item (i.e., a burger coming with a gluten-free bun) and other times the description was the same as the main menu. Because I don’t worry about cross-contact, if the item looked the same (and was typically a thing that is gluten-free anyway) I would order off the regular menu. Also: not all places had a gluten-free menu, when I suspect the food may actually be gluten-free. I’m sure if you were to ask, they could get you answers on ingredients, but at the quick service places during the lunch rush, it might take some time for them to track down a person to get you the info. Since I don’t have to be 0-gluten, I just took my chances.

Finally: what I ate!

Day 0

Grand Californian – Craftsman Grill: I made the mistake of ordering the chicken shawarma (at the counter, not on the app), without asking what it came with. In my head, I assumed it would come with rice. Uh, nope: a salad and … couscous. The chicken and salad were really good! As I’m sure was the couscous.

Day 1: California Adventure

California Adventure – Pym Test Kitchen: I know it’s all gimmicky, but this is a fun restaurant to stop by. Everything is giant or tiny, it’s fun just to see people’s orders come out. We ate breakfast, and I don’t think there was an option in the app for gluten-free breakfast. I wanted a smaller meal (everything makes me motion sick! Amusement park days mean take a dramamine and also never be hungry but also never be full – a tricky line to walk) so I ordered the eggs-turkey bacon-cutie-toast meal from the kids menu. The scrambled eggs may very well have gluten, I know that’s a common hidden ingredient to make eggs fluffy, but I didn’t ask so I don’t know for sure. I traded my toast for 3 of my husband’s delicious tater tots (I woulda taken more, but I also have to watch my garlic intake – and there was maybe garlic on them there tots) and I didn’t finish the turkey bacon. Because … it’s just not the same! I get they are trying to provide a healthier kids’ breakfast but … c’mon Disney. It’s vacation! Let the poor kiddos live it up a little!

California Adventure – Smokejumpers Grill: I got the cheeseburger and fries from the gluten-free menu. It came on the classic Udi’s bun. The burger itself was fine: the husband called it a ‘high school cafeteria burger.’ We went during a bit of a lunch rush, and his food came out first, so I took it to him (lunch rush: he was camping at a table to make sure we had a place to sit!) and then there was a bit of a snafu regarding my food. Apparently, they brought it out when I wasn’t there, so then they took it back to the kitchen, but I stood around a few minutes before asking about it, then they finally brought it out to me. There were a lot of other people who seemed to have missing items from their orders up at the counter with me, so I think it’s not quite the well-oiled machine it may have been pre-pandemic.

California Adventure – random snack stand: I got some caramel popcorn when I really wanted the salty, buttery kind, but California Adventure is weirdly devoid of regular popcorn stands. Disneyland park, however, has popcorn stands everywhere, so don’t you worry, I was able to get my popcorn fix on later in my trip.

California Adventure – Cozy Cone Motel: I got the chili cone queso, but in a cup, not the bread cone. (I had seen someone walking around with the bacon mac n’ cheese in a cup, not a bread cone, so I assumed they could accommodate me in my chili request – and they did.) The menu in the app doesn’t say the chili with queso, cheese, and fritos is gluten-free, so I’d definitely confirm that if you need true gluten-free-ness. But: everything they serve comes in a bread cone, so chances for cross-contact seem high, even if the chili is gluten-free.

Day 2: Disneyland

Disneyland – Red Rose Tavern: No kids’ breakfast menu here, so I ordered the gluten-free Bonjour! breakfast. The listing was the same as the regular one, but with a cutie instead of croissant. When the food came out, instead of a tiny orange, I had a gluten-free biscuit-roll thing. I wandered around the condiment stations, but they were devoid of any kind of butter or jam. (One does not simply eat gluten-free breads straight up. They are generally not very good and weirdly bland like they forgot to add salt.) No luck, just ketchup and pancake syrup (which I DID consider, but it sounded like more mess than it was worth – the syrup, not the ketchup). My biscuit-roll was sliced, so the husband suggested I make a breakfast sandwich with my eggs and bacon, and so I did. Definitely a better way to enjoy my gluten-free bread than straight up. The breakfasts are pretty generous portions for the price (food at Disney is definitely $$$), I didn’t quite finish mine. But, again, mostly because I needed to make sure I didn’t get too full. (Don’t you worry, I pre-gamed every morning with a mini-cliff bar and Coke before we left the hotel.)

Disneyland – Star Wars snack stand: They have special packaging for Dasani and Coke drinks in the Galaxy’s Edge zone. The sodas are kind of annoying to carry around though (they are a round-ball shape), so just be aware of that. We shared a 13.5-ounce coke, though, so didn’t have to carry it for long.

Disneyland – Bengal Barbecue: I do not know if Bengal Barbecue is truly gluten-free, so if you need there to be no gluten, I’d definitely consult with Disney on this one. I ordered the Bengal Rice plate, which comes with rice (surprise!) and two skewers: I opted for bacon-wrapped asparagus and pork belly. The pork belly was fattier than I was expecting (but, uh, that’s kind of what pork belly is known for, so that’s on me). They also have beef, chicken, and other veggie skewers. Bengal Barbecue is listed as a snack stand (I guess because they mostly sell individual skewers and only have one “meal” plate?), so I would have missed this place if my pedicurist hadn’t recommended it. If you are tired of the same old burger or chicken tender options from other restaurants at Disney, Bengal Barbecue is definitely a nice change of pace. Also, the 2 skewers and rice was a nice portion size for my smaller-meal needs. But also: $18.50 for that smaller meal.

Disneyland – Proper Popcorn Stand: We passed a proper popcorn stand, so I got myself some! And I didn’t even have to share because the husband just had a churro. There are popcorn stands all over Disneyland proper, so you’ll definitely be able to find some. As all you fellow motion-sick peeps know, salty popcorn is just the thing to keep your stomach full but not too full. And can help settle mild queasiness.

Disneyland – Maurice’s Treats snack stand: Ok NOTHING gluten-free here. If you aren’t bound to the gluten-free life, stop by this stand near Sleeping Beauty’s castle for a garlic cheese bagel twist. I saw someone walk past with one, and I just knew I had to find one for the husband. He assured me it was terrible, all the while inhaling the entire thing in like 5 minutes. This is exactly the kind of thing I might cheat on (just a bite or two) if I wasn’t concerned terribly much about getting a little sick. But, ya know, the roller coaster life? So I had to enjoy it vicariously. Also, I might have straight up eaten the leftover cream cheese. I mean, we paid $1.69 for it, not gonna let that go to waste.

Downtown Disney – Marceline’s Bakery: On our way back to the room, we stopped in at Marceline’s Bakery – I picked up a 100 years of wonder, purple Minnie mouse caramel apple, and the husband got a cake pop. (I didn’t confirm gluten-free-ness on the apple, so be sure to double check on that one.) The apple was amazing, I enjoyed half of it back in the room. Because I am old and it’s a lot of chocolate and caramel to eat before bed. Our room came with a fridge, so I tucked the rest of apple away to enjoy the next day.

Day 3: Disneyland

Disneyland – Galactic Grill: The Galactic Grill is in Tomorrowland, NOT the Galaxy’s Edge Star Wars part of the park. Luckily, we had noticed that small detail on our first day in the park. For breakfast, I ordered the gluten-free loaded breakfast sandwich: it was SERIOUSLY loaded. Eggs, bacon, sausage and American cheese on gluten-free hamburger bun. It was really good, (reminiscent of a Sonic toaster sandwich) the flavor and sheer amount of food between the bun absolutely overpowered the blandness of the gf bun. The bun managed to be not too thick, but also not too disintegratey-crumbly, which is a hard thing to do without gluten. The sandwich was pretty massive, I’d say you can definitely split it if you were to get hashbrowns as well (note: hashbrowns not listed in their gf menu options). I actually ate about 3/4, then wrapped it back up to put in my pocket to finish later if my stomach made room. Cuz, you know, never get too full when you plan to ride roller coasters! And I totally did finish it, about 30 minutes later while we waited in line to see Peter Pan because the line had died down to 25 minutes and we just HAD to know why people waited in line for an hour to see this thing. Verdict: it IS a very good ride for a get-in-a-car-and-ride-through-the-story kind of ride. I wouldn’t wait more than 15 or 20 minutes though? And the poor kids in the line were BORED out of their skulls – if you’ve got little ones, for their sakes, I’d say it’s not worth waiting in a 60-minute line unless they’ll nap through most of it. I felt for the poor parents trying to keep their kids from swinging on the line chains or trying to wander out of the line. But I totally understand that from a 4-year-old perspective: that line is supes boring. Disney needs to up the line game for Peter Pan, now that they know it’s a 60-minute wait kind of ride.

Disneyland – Mint Julep Bar: Ok, nothing for the gluten-free here, but if you’ve got some non-gf folks in your party, this is where you get beignets. Which again, the husband assured me were terrible … despite all 3 of them disappearing in a matter of minutes. [Note: There is a place in Downtown Disney that is supposed to have BETTER beignets, but they were closed for renovations.]

Disneyland – Milk Stand: This is in the Star Wars part of the park – and so that means they sell Blue and Green Milks. I did not verify gluten-free-ness here, but the Milks are coconut-rice milks, blended with fruit flavor (and of course, food coloring). We opted for the Green milk, as it was listed as having “citrus” flavors, vs. the Blue milk’s “fruity” flavors. I liked it – and surprisingly, the husband REALLY liked it. He said the flavor was reminiscent of a Laffy Taffy, if that helps sell you on the gimmick. If we had found this on our first day at Disney, we would have definitely stopped by for a second time to get another one.

Disneyland – Tiki Juice Bar: This is where you find the infamous Dole Whip. The pineapple soft-serve is ALSO dairy-free, which is great for little old lactose-intolerant me. I also sometimes have a little trouble when I consume vast amounts of straight-up sugar, but the portion size worked out just right for me (due to the fact that the inside of the soft-serve swirl is empty). I ate it on a cold January day when I was already cold, and it made me even colder, but no regrets. I imagine it’s even more amazing on a more typical hot Anaheim day.

Disneyland – Jolly Holiday Bakery Cafe: I wish I had looked at the menu earlier in my trip, because this place has gluten-free baked goods! I mean, not a lot, but also more than 0. I got the gf grilled cheese and tomato soup, and I MEANT to add on a blueberry muffin (to have for breakfast the following morning) and a chocolate chip cookie (for, um, more immediate consumption), but I forgot about those when I made my order. The grilled cheese was good, but weirdly made on the same kind of gf bun that my breakfast sandwich came on. It worked out, there was enough cheese inside to balance out the mediocre bun, but I also didn’t get that nice toasty crispy grilled cheese bread. The soup was good, and perfect for dipping my sandwich in (a nice trick for making gf breads a little more palatable). I didn’t finish the soup, though, mostly because I had to account for roller coastering and making sure I was ok with, um, potentially revisiting my dinner. And half a cup of tomato soup is about my limit for that. Note: I don’t know if the hamburger bun is the normal gluten-gree bread they use for their sandwiches – I do know it’s very common at other restaurants for the gf bread to change constantly based on what happens to be available at any given time. January is the off-season, so I could see Disney ordering fewer kinds of gf breads during slower times, and perhaps they’d have more traditional gf bread-bread during busy seasons. But that’s just a guess.

On our walk back to the hotel our last night, we saw that Marceline’s Bakery was making Grogu caramel apples! Which I for sure would have bought, if I didn’t still have half a Minnie mouse apple in my fridge. Which tasted exactly the same. Because it’s all just apple, caramel, and different colored chocolate. But … the Grogu apples were pretty darn cute.


I didn’t eat at any sit-down restaurants, so I don’t know how well that works out: all restaurants say they have allergy menus available upon request, but they don’t post the menus so you can see what your options are ahead of time. Aaaaand, I’m the kind of person who likes to know my options before I commit: there’s only so many salads or burgers I can eat in a row before I get sick of having the same thing. But that’s just me!

All in all, I was pleasantly surprised at my gluten-free options at Disneyland. I wish I had spent a little more time looking through all the gluten-free menus on the website before I got there, but it actually worked out pretty well to just wing it. The mobile app ordering made it really easy to see what was gluten-free (once you pick a specific quick-service restaurant). And I also appreciate Disney’s very liberal bring-food-in-policy – so if you need to be super safe with what you eat, you always have that option.

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Yeehaw and Darn Tootin’: End of an Era

When we moved to San Antonio 8 years ago, it felt like a forever decision. It felt like we were putting down forever roots. We had a house built! I had even thought out how we’d turn the top floor into an apartment for our live-in caregiver. You know, for when we got old and couldn’t handle the stairs anymore.

Funny thing about life, though: you can’t always predict where it will take you.

When we arrived in Texas, we owned two cars. But at some point along the way, with the husband working from home, we decided maybe we’d be a one car household. And so we sold a car.

And after living in our home for several years, we realized: we aren’t the kind of people who enjoy owning a home. There’s so much to take care of on a daily basis – and then when anything breaks, you gotta figure out how to fix it. And: we aren’t the kind of people who enjoy doing our own yard work … or our own house cleaning …. or our own handyman work. Houses get A LOT more expensive when you outsource all the not-so-fun parts.

And so we got rid of half our stuff and moved into an apartment.

You know what comes with apartments?? Free pools and gyms. And a handyman who stops by whenever you put in a work order. I highly recommend it.

But, I digress: Texas. I was talking about Texas.

You guys: this place is hot. Every May, it hits 90 degrees. And doesn’t let up till October. And even well into November, it’s not exactly fall weather. (November 9: it was 84 degrees today. Which is wayyyy better than 94, so I’ll take it, but … eighty four degrees, y’all.)

You can take the girl out of Washington, but you can’t take the Washington out of the girl. I melt, every summer. I get out into that heat, and just turn into a sad puddle.

The winter months are fantastic, though! That is the trade off for the brutal summers, a wonderfully mild winter.

When I arrived in Texas, it was a pretty big culture shock, not gonna lie. Texans take friendly to a whole ‘nother level. I have never talked to so many strangers in my life! At the grocery store. In waiting rooms. In elevators. Standing in line at the movie theater. And neighbors! There’s this thing here, actually meeting your neighbors. Cul de sac parties with the neighbors. It’s pretty wild.

And everybody at church wanted to be my friend! And in the knitting groups I joined, they just all loved me and invited me to stuff! It was … weird. I spent way too long trying to figure out what their end-game could possibly be …. before it dawned on me that it was probably friendship. Probably they, uh, wanted to be my friend.

And the driving! I drove for 10 years in the DC area, so I thought I knew how to drive in traffic. But: I didn’t know how to do it all at 70 miles an hour. Or how to change lanes 4 at a time. (My family all came out to visit one fine March, I rented a mini-van and played tour guide all week. They all thought I WAS NUTS with my driving. B2 swore he’d never move here because of the insane traffic. Where does he live now you ask? Oh, pretty darn close to here …)

I have lived in a few regions in this fine country: the PNW, Utah, DC, and now Texas. And they are all so incredibly different. I know it’s all the same country, with mostly the same language, but there are new things to learn everywhere you go.

In Texas? I learned how to talk to strangers. Me! Talking to strangers! I was the girl in college who talked to no one. In any of my classes. Like ev-er. Unless they spoke to me first. Or we were doing a project together.

In Texas? I learned to drive like a madman. Ok, well, maybe I didn’t quite master it – but I am way less timid on the road than I used to be. And my parents find it terrifying. (It’s fine. My driving. is. fine. I’m perfectly safe out there on those roads.)

In Texas? I learned to let people in. I learned to let friendships grow. I learned what it is to be loved by so many, so easily.

I am going to miss this place. I am excited for the new adventures that await (and for so very few 90 degree days), but I am sad to leave Texas behind. I am so glad for everything I learned. I cherish the friendships I have made here, and I am glad for technology that will enable us to keep in touch. And I am so forever grateful I learned this new ‘friendship’ skill that I can take with me wherever I may find myself.

You can take the girl out of Texas: but you’ll never be able to take the Texas out of the girl.

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What’s in a name?

Dr. Akemi  Togawa

This weekend, the husband and I had a monster movie double feature of a couple of childhood favorites: The War of the Gargantuas and Baby: Secret of the Lost Legend.

I was really impressed this time around with our childhood tastes! Both of these movies are actually a decently good time, even if you aren’t 5 years old.

So the War of the Gargantuas: I remember watching this movie as a child. This is where I learned that monsters live in the mountains. This is also the first and only time I saw someone with my own name in a real-life movie. My parents tell me that I was very worried about Dr. Akemi Togawa. Apparently, I was glued to the tv until I knew she made it out ok.

This time around, as I settled into the movie, I found it odd that they don’t mention the lady doctor’s name during the first half of the movie. It’s all just a bunch of “Dr? Dr.”

And then! And then she falls off a cliff and is hanging on for dear life when the American doctor finally says her name.

As someone who never randomly hears my name unless someone is talking to me: it’s jarring. It’s jarring to hear ‘Akemi!’ yelled from the tv.

And from then on out, it was constant yelling of her name. Pronounced a myriad of ways, but all very recognizable as, well, my name. It caught me off guard every time. Every time!

I have to say, I really am quite used to being an almost-only. It used to bother me, as a kid, when I could never find my name on a keychain. But now? Now, I couldn’t be happier to be one of a few. It’s a small club, but it’s a good one.

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Japan: What we Wore in the Fall

Ok, so what did we pack for 16 days in Japan? The 16 days were spread across Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka and Okinawa in October. The first 3 cities: average 56-73 degrees during the month of October. Okinawa? The stats say 72-81 during October but … it’s a HOT 81 degrees. High humidity and unrelenting sun make it unbearably warm during the day, if you are out and about trying to see as much as you possibly can. Which is kind of our thing.

So we had to pack for pleasant tourist weather and also a few days of seriously hot and humid weather.

First up: the husband packed every single item of clothing he owns into a bag.

But for me, I spent a long time putting together the perfect trip wardrobe. This list is based off of memory, photographs, and my packing list. I wish I had taken pictures of myself every day, but, alas, I didn’t. So this is close-ish:

2 pairs of jeans
1 pair of Eddie Bauer travel pants
1 skirt/swimsuit coverup

1 blouse
3 3/4 sleeve shirts
5 t-shirts
1 hand-knitted sweater (that required a t-shirt underneath)

Flip-flops (Clarks: so super comfy)
Casual ballet flats + Gekks inside (Clarks again: super comfy)
Ankle boots (Earth: again, super comfy, great support)

Eddie Bauer windbreaker
Multi-way cardigan (Love, love, love this thing)
Travel scarf/dress (Have not yet gone on a trip where I’ve made serious use of it; but I love the multi-use idea of it – I do LOVE this for wearing on the plane, it makes a great wearable blanket, that you can quickly turn into an infinity scarf or cardigan)

Bathing Suit
Yoga pants (for lounging around the hotels)
Purse (Love, love, love this bag! I love Baggallini bags for their practicality, but this one might be my favorite. This isn’t my favorite color, but I like it well enough: I jump on their site every couple of months to see if they’ve added something more my speed. But still: 8 months later, this is STILL the bag I am using.)

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Tokyo: One Last Day

Frosted flakes!

Our last full day in Tokyo started off with our standard Shinjuku breakfast: cornflakes for me (these guys are frosted, a very nice surprise for the lady who eats butter-sugar-rice), and a protein bar and coke for the husband. I opted out of the breakfast buffet when I booked this last hotel because it was like an extra $20 per person. And, well, I can eat quite well out of a conbini, thank you very much, for less than $20. Maybe not bacon and butter-sugar-rice well, but, ya know, well enough.

On our way out for the day, we bought our Airport Limousine Bus tickets in the lobby of our hotel for the next day. We opted for the bus this time around because our departing flights were out of Narita, which is much further away than Haneda, and a taxi would have been … very expensive. It was incredibly convenient, and they helped us by making sure we picked a bus that would get us to the airport in plenty of time for our flights. With a paper time table. Most technologically advanced country in the world ($3000 robot dogs, man) and they used a paper time table.

This last day was wandering around Shibuya to catch the famous Shibuya crossing (the in-laws saw it in its true madness on Saturday night: in the middle of a Monday, it’s less manic) and to check out some malls. We also wandered around the Shinjuku train station malls, which there seem to be no end of.

Once we were sure we were done with the trains for the day (it was a sad moment, to be sure), we traded in our Suica cards to get our remaining money back. We played around with one of the automated machines for awhile, but couldn’t quite figure out how to do it. As we were struggling, a local stopped and asked us if we needed some help, and walked us to the customer service line. As it turns out, you cannot return your Suica cards to the machines. At customer service, we traded our cards in and got our $15 back or whatever. Not a ton of money, so it wouldn’t have been the worst thing if we hadn’t been able to figure out how to cash them out, but, still, it was nice to get back.

As we were packing up that night, I realized I had no clean shirt to wear the next day. I had lost a shirt to a toiletries mishap on the flight over, and had just figured I’d pick up a t-shirt in my shopping adventures, but I never quite did. “So just wear a dirty one?” I hear you think to yourself. But: one does not simply wear a dirty shirt on a 12 hour flight. That is too much, even for me.

So I did some googling, and found a department store at the more affordable range of the spectrum: Uniqlo. So off we went, across the street from our hotel to … Times Square? Where we ran into a Shake Shack! If we had known that was there, then maybe we wouldn’t have eaten so much Wendy’s First Kitchen! Next time. We’ll know for next time.

So we found the mall, and rode the escalator up and up and up and up till we found Uniqlo. (Seriously, it was on the 12th floor. At like floor 8 I made us get off the escalator and pick up a paper mall-map from a stand, I was beginning to think we were in the wrong building.)

And then we found it! So crazy thing about this store: there are no cashiers. There are rfid tags on all the items. When you check out, you just put all your stuff in a bag, then a machine tells you what you owe, and you pay it. It was magic! A far-cry from the paper time table of busses we saw that morning.

I picked up a beautiful blue t-shirt, we paid for it without talking to or interacting with a soul, and then we were on our way back to packing for the trip home.

The fitbit tells me this was our day of the mostest steps: we passed the 20,000 mark. It was our last day, and we wanted to make the most of it! Besides, we had a 12 hour flight coming up, we could recover on the plane.

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Tokyo: Harajuku Style

Shopping in Harajuku

So another stop on the husband’s list: Harajuku! I really wanted to pick up some new duds, but they seemed to only have size medium out on display.

(In America that would work pretty well for me … but I am no Japanese medium. I’m a large or more? Unsure.)

I did find some “pants” that looked like they may have been long enough for me! If I extended the buckles fully. Though, maybe shorts plus … leg tubes? Don’t quite qualify as pants? Again: unsure.

There were plenty of crepe and sweet shops to be found, but the husband knew there was something even better to be had: freshly made potato chips with ice cream. So good.

Calbee shop in Harajuku. WORTH IT.

We got there pretty early in the day, before crowds got too insane, but it was already pretty crowded. Fun shopping – mostly window shopping, really. There are some odd finds, to be sure. But, I did come out ahead with a giant hair claw for my giant hair! Really, I should have picked up a few more. I guess I’ll just have to go back.

One thing of note: there don’t seem to be public bathrooms on that main shopping street. So we headed to the Tokyu Plaza Omotesando Harajuku mall nearby: where I waited in a really. long. line. And the husband was in and out quickly. We did a little more window shopping (this place had … regular stuff) and enjoyed some time on the rooftop.

That evening we had “tickets” for the Robot Restaurant, so we made sure to make it back to the hotel for a break before our wild night out.

So: Robot Restaurant. We had seen an Anthony Bourdain where he was in Tokyo and he made a stop at the Robot Restaurant. He … had trouble finding words, for what, exactly, this place was. And so, of course, we put it on the list.

Before we left for Japan, the husband found their website. The … apparently geocities website. And filled out a form. And got an email, with confirmation of our tickets! That we would pick up and pay for before the show. Because, ya know, Japan and e-commerce? Not quite a thing. (Except for the Hip Hop Bus! Those guys figured it out!)

We read everything we could about the show from their website, and found a cryptic note about a dress code … but not what the dress code actually was. So I asked b2 to take a look at the Japanese version of the site, and he also found nothing about the dress code. So I asked him what the typical Japanese dress code for restaurants was. He thought long and hard and came back with: “Don’t be naked?”

So we decided to not go naked! Which is what everyone else also went with! So we made the right call. Disaster averted.

Night of the show, we found the ticket place and picked up our tickets, then headed down the street for the show. Right in Shinjuku! We were able to walk from our hotel.

One thing to know: this isn’t really a restaurant, per se. It’s a show. You are paying to see a show. You can reserve a sushi dinner box when you order your tickets, if you so desire. And they do have a cash-only snack stand before you enter the show. (We got sodas and fried chicken … bites? Actually pretty good.) And during the show, they roll snack stands in during intermissions. We got more drinks and popcorn during the show itself.

But the show! I don’t know if I have the words.

What I do know: It’s a really, really good time. We all walked out smiling. It is bright and loud and above all cheerful and fun. My FB post after walking out of it: “Pretty sure I was just some molly away from a rave.”

I’ll just let these pictures speak for themselves.

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Back to Tokyo: Shinjuku

I had grand plans for our last morning in Okinawa: a walk to some gardens (Naha Fukushūen) and a beach (Naminoue Beach), as they were close to our hotel.

But we were just so tired. And so we slept in! Had a late breakfast. Shared a cab with the in-laws to the airport. And thus our Okinawan adventures were over.

We all made it safely to Tokyo. The husband and I were meeting an old exchange student of mine for dinner, so we were too short on time to take the Limousine Bus to our hotel. Luckily for us, it was a domestic flight so we had flown into Haneda airport, much closer to the city. And so we got a taxi! Er, two taxis. We waited a few rounds for a taxi large enough for the four of us, but eventually gave up and took two regular cabs. And then we raced each other to the hotel! (Ok, or maybe we both just eventually made it there.)

We checked into the Hotel Sunroute Plaza Shinjuku, a recommendation from the dad because: the hotel is on the Limousine Bus route, it is affordablish, and it’s in Shinjuku, right near the train station. And again: it’s in Shinjuku!

This was perhaps our smallest room on the trip, and the futoniest of beds. (The mattress was very firm. So very firm. Laying on my side meant my arms fell asleep.) The bed was against one wall, which meant once I was in, I was in for the night! There’s a fridge under that tv, we made good use of that!

This is pulled from their website, but this was our room!! Hotel Sunroute Plaza Shinjuku

But the location! The dad was so right about the location: right at the edge of all the Shinjuku action, super close to the train station. Busiest station in the world (millions of people go through it every day. EVERY DAY.) And also it’s a massive mall and has tons of restaurants. And outside it, there is so much shopping, and so many restaurants.

If you want to go to Tokyo but don’t know where to stay, stay in Shinjuku. You’re welcome.

So, anyway, we got all checked in, and met Miyuki with her family in the lobby. I made sure to give her a description of us (me: purple hair; the husband: big guy, red beard), and she spotted us right away.

They had picked out a restaurant for us that matched the husband’s specifications (meat! not fish … not vegetables), The Old Station Bar and Grill. Miyuki ordered family style, and they all (including her 8-year-old daughter) put the husband and I to serious shame with their chopstick skills. But we tried!

Looking at the menu online, I recall that she ordered us the dynamic grill (a giant platter of meat), grilled cheese curry (it was soooo good), neapolitan spaghetti (the husband quite enjoyed it, I was low-gluten at the time so I opted out), and the “Melt! Cheese dumplings!” and simple pepper dumplings (which I totally had, I figured that wasn’t that much wheat? I didn’t die or anything, so it’s fine).

It was all soooo good. I’m so glad we had a local doing the ordering, it made the whole restaurant experience way less scary.

And it was a really fun time! It’d been over 20 years since Miyuki had been my exchange student, and it was fun to catch up. Her English is flawless (thanks to an NPR habit) so it made for easy conversation. If you ever have a local offer to take you out to dinner, do it! They are so accommodating, she really went out of her way to find a place the husband would love. He liked it so much, it was kind of a bummer the rest of our days were too busy to make it back.

They walked us back to our hotel (good thing, too! Shinjuku is a big place) and we bid farewell.

And so started our second round of Tokyo adventures!

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Onward to Okinawa!

We took a bus with part of our group to the Osaka airport, where they all promptly went to the international wing, but the husband and I were flying domestically to Okinawa.

The flight was fine, the husband fit on the plane (always dicey on non-Amurrican flights, we were especially worried for an Asian domestic flight), and we started our adventures in Okinawa!

If you are an American looking for a place to stay in Naha, I recommend the Double Tree Hilton in Naha. American mattresses! (Japanese futon mattresses are fine by me, but hard on the husband.) Also the best hair dryer I had all trip. It was right across the street from the monorail. Walking distance to Kokusai Dori street. Quick taxi ride from the airport.

We got all checked in, and walked down to Kokusai Dori street for some dinner. A&W burgers. I kid you not. They are everywhere in Okinawa!

Kokusai Dori is full of (much better) restaurants and shopping. Even has a Don Quijote!

I had been working on a hat for the sister, and finished it up that night!

Perfect match for my hair and glasses! But, alas, twas not for me.
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Kyoto with Gate 1: Day One

Beautiful blue skies after Hagibis

The day dawned bright and clear! It was a shame we couldn’t stick around Osaka for another day, but, alas, we had to get on the bus and head to Kyoto.

First up: another temple! The Kiyomizu temple, to be exact. Gorgeous temple with amazing grounds. And the water: there is a waterfall with three streams of water. Legend says you can pick one to drink from: long life, success at school, or success in love. We opted out of it because it seemed unsanitary, but after we passed by we saw that all the ladles come from a UV-light bathed bin, so they had that covered!

Next up was a tea ceremony, where we all watched a tea master prepare tea … and then we all had a chance to make some ourselves! The husband made a perfectly frothy cup of tea, while the rest of us looked on, sad at the state of affairs in our own cups.

At the shop attached to the tea ceremony stop, I picked up a book on furoshiki that the husband noticed. Katy had given us a demonstration on the bus and it. was. magical. I’m all about the origami, but furoshiki is a whole ‘nother level. It involves fabric, and you use folding and knots to turn it into a bag, or a bottle carrier, or a neat little book parcel, or gift wrap.

Lunch time took us to a street of shopping! Where I picked up some gorgeous furoshiki … scarves? Fabrics? And also a conbini lunch, where the guy behind the counter microwaved it for me! Seaweed-wrapped rice balls, half a medium-boiled egg, katsu, there was more in there that I can’t remember. It was all delicious, is what do I remember.

Next up, the Kitano Shrine, which was full of cows (bulls?) in red bibs. And that’s about all I can remember of that one …

And then the Golden Pavilion! That one is impossible to forget. It is intensely gold. We passed by some pot that it’s good luck if you can get a coin into. Which, the husband totally did! Guess I’ll keep him around.

And then the last stop of the night. The worstest, unnecessariest, stop of our trip. Geisha-hunting at Gion corner. It had been a long day: we started the morning in Osaka, rode the bus to Kyoto, saw two temples and a shrine, learned to make tea, and had a quick shopping stop. It was dinner time, we were all tired, and here we were, stopping to hope we’d get a glimpse at some geisha.

We did not see any geisha.

We *might* have seen some on a bus that passed by, but they may also have been tourists playing dress-up for the day.

So that was a bust, and we headed to our hotel. Which was not terribly close to a train station, but did have a shuttle that would have taken us to one, had we desired. (Like for dinner: train stations = restaurants.)

But we were tired, so we picked up some conbini food and called it a night. Note: I made sure to get jerky and cashews … actual protein sources … for the husband.

There was surprise chocolate in the bread!
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Mt. Fuji with Gate 1

Mt Fuji from our lunch-stop parking lot

One does not go to Japan and skip Mt. Fuji if one has the chance to see Mt. Fuji! And so we booked the optional day tour with Gate 1, and got on the bus early in the morning.

So we went to Mt. Fuji! Fun fact: In October, there is no snow on the mountain. In all the photos I recall seeing, it is a snow-capped beauty! But: not in October. Because, ya know, it’s right after summer? When all the snow has melted? As happens in the summer.

The bus took us as far up the mountain as it could, to station 5. There are 10 stations, but vehicles only go up to the 5th: you take the rest of the path on foot. But only during July and August.

The view from the 5th station? Seriously underwhelming.

If you want to see Mt. Fuji, but do not want to hike it, skip the Mt. Fuji stations. It’s a long drive for minimal payoff.

After driving half-way up the mountain, we headed back down again and ate lunch. I wish I could remember the name of the hotel we ate at, because it was an amazing buffet. It had stations from around the world, and it was awesome. I ate some French thing that involved cheese and poached eggs, I think? The husband loaded up on pizza and german potatoes. Then of course I had miso soup and two bowls of steamed rice. And the dessert spread! Even tried matcha ice cream, which I had been curious about, but not enough to actually buy a whole cone. Tasted like … ice cream? Some people really, really like it though, so don’t be afraid to give it a try.

Next up was the best part of the day: Lake Ashi and Mt. Hakone. If you want beautiful views of Mt. Fuji, then Lake Ashi is the way to go. Well, Lake Ashi and hope for clear weather? Which we had, but I understand it’s pretty hit or miss.

There was some snafu that day, where some of the group was late to the bus at one point, which meant we didn’t get to the lake cruise on time, which meant we missed our original cable car time slot, which meant we didn’t get as much time at the top of the mountain as we would have liked. That’s the downside of guided tours, you can be at the mercy of the other tourists.

But it was gorgeous!! A quick ride on the lake took us to the cable car station (with a zoo?? I think we passed signs for a zoo?), where we rode up to the top of the mountain. It was incredibly windy, but breathtakingly beautiful. There was a small shrine at the very top, but we didn’t hike up to it because we didn’t have time. We needed to get back in line for the next cable car back down the mountain to get to the bus in time.

Oh, and here are some gems from the gift shop while we were waiting for our cruise:

Then it was back on the bus for the drive back to our hotel. I had started a hat at the commencement of our trip, and finished it on the bus:

Hats. It’s what I do. Love how this one matches my glasses and perfectly contrasts the purple hair!

Then it was back to the hotel, dinner from Lawson, and the husband promptly crashed again. I thought it odd that jet lag was hitting him so hard this many days later, I’m usually the jetlaggy one. But, eh, I supposed it was his turn.