This morning, we woke up and attended our last museum, the National Showa Memorial Museum. It was specifically looking at Japanese life before and after WWII. People were starving. People were sad and angry, disgraced....it was shocking to see the other side of the story. We always think of the sailor kissing the nurse in Times Square and all the joyous faces. In Japan, they had to deal with radiation poisoning, the loss of the war, famine, and how many children became orphans.
They had all kinds of vintage movie posters, household appliances, outfits, and even textbooks. They spoke of how the schools in the 40's were designed to train the children how to fight in combat. So sad. They had a vintage fridge, television, and a washing machine on display too.
After the museum, we walked to see the Imperial Palace which is only open 2 days a year, and we weren't here on one of those days. Oh well. There's an enormous moat surrounding it as well as a monstrous wall. We couldn't see anything.
At the airport, we got some mochi, totoro keychains for our Christmas tree, and Aaron got some Pocari Sweat which just tastes like blue gatorade. Yummy. I hate the fact that it says sweat though. I always feel like I'm drinking bottled sweat.....ick!
Also, we tried this thing. I have no clue what it is. Not a single English word on the bottle except the company name. It wasn't bad. Guess we'll never know.
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