On Sunday it was time to head back to Hyuga. Even when I’m trying to sleep in (when I don’t have to be anywhere for a while) I rarely manage to sleep past 7. So, even with getting ready, packing up, and stalling, I knew it was time to head out. I checked out and headed to my traditional breakfast place in Miyazaki, Starbucks. After a quick breakfast, it was time to go to the station.
The train ride back was uneventful, even in my somewhat zombie-like state. As I was walking out of Hyuga station towards the taxis, I heard my name shouted and someone running towards me. I turned to see two of my students in their taiko t-shirts, promoting their concert that afternoon. When a student invites you to an event like that (and you have no other plans) you can’t say no. I promised them I would come and then climbed into a cab.
At home I dropped my bag, grabbed my wallet, and had to head back out to the grocery store. I had almost no food in my apartment and I wasn’t going to have the time to fix that if I did not head out then. Thankfully, the grocery store is only about 3 minutes away now that I can ride my bike again. I bought the necessary supplies and headed back to my apartment.
I made myself a decent lunch, packed my bento for the next day with the leftovers, got changed, and headed back out. Since my brain was operating on less than optimal capacity, I figured I didn’t need to think about sunscreen because I was only going to be in the sun for maybe half an hour.
I was very, very wrong. The concert ended up being three hours long. I was going to leave halfway through, but I ran into the new CIR and ended up chatting with him for the remainder of the performance. By the time I got home, I was very, very red.
The best part was that the dress I planned to wear that evening prominently displayed my delightful new burn lines. I had nothing else that I wanted to wear and the other women I was going to be seeing that evening had specifically mentioned that they never got to see me in a skirt or dress. So I figured it would be fine since it was going to be evening before I headed out next.
I was wrong, but I still had a good time at that evening’s women’s party. We had a nice dinner and one of the women brought her 6 month old twins. My favorite thing about Japanese babies is that it’s ok if I don’t speak Japanese. I still understand how to communicate and act around them. I am smart and have become increasingly outgoing in English, but in Japanese I am really shy, unsure, and quiet. It was nice being able to play with the babies and feel like I was back in my element.