I made it back last night, after 3 train rides and 2 flights. The trip itself felt dream-like, maybe because it is so incredible that one day can begin in Kyoto and end in Princeton, but more probably because I dozed for most of the time in the air. One of the unanticipated benefits of this trip is a heightened tolerance for flying: I only gripped C's arm in panic once.
I finally figured out, with some help, what a few of the unidentified things I ate are called. The yogurt-like pasty stuff is mashed mountain yam, or yama imo. And that evening we spent with our new-found friends (who we hope like hosting as much as we like to travel), we ate okonomiyaki, a savory pancake, and monjayaki, similar to okonomiyaki, but slightly runnier, and eaten directly off the griddle with a miniature spatula.
Now, I turn my attention to my math camp, which I've entitled Count me in! I'll spend the next two days running around, not from shrine to tea house, but from Staples to school, getting everything prepared. Though I'll miss my travels, and my traveling companion, I am looking forward to working, and being a teacher again (at least for one week).
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