I'll Just Be Over Here For a Minute

Our time in Tokyo came to an end today. We ran through the rain to the nearest subway station since the wait for a taxi was gonna be long.

Last night we split up for dinner since everyone was getting tired and grumpy.

Osamu finished off an entire adult bowl of ramen with mama.

The rest of us ended up at a basement spot up the street from Iidabashi Station and it was sumptuous. The head server was this old guy and Jack happened to notice he was wearing some high end shoes so I asked him about it and he said they were probably fake but we decided he was just being humble. The dude obviously has a thing for good shoes. They were Dior Nikes.

Yesterday morning after Asakusa we all headed over to the Tokyo Sky Tree, the tallest structure in Japan.

Eri and the boys went up to the top. They're not afraid of heights and I'm jealous.

The rest of us stayed down below and headed over to Akihabara. After a hearty "snack" of pizza and popcorn shrimp Misty and Jack hit up a cat cafe and I walked around and people watched.

We met up later at Iidabashi as the sun set.

This morning we checked out of our Airbnb. We miraculously got everything ready to go early so the boys turned on the TV.

I was like I'll just be over here for a minute.

After a smooth shinkansen ride back to Sendai we walked down to our favorite sushi place.

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