Our Japanese guests left this weekend, so now I’m catching up on the rest of my life, including blogging! Thanks for your patience while I’ve been “away”.
There’s not a real theme for today’s post; I’m just going to throw together all my final stories about the visit. Please excuse the lack of smooth transitions. Just pretend you’re in Minnesota and there’s a can of cream of mushroom soup to tie it all together. Throw some french fried onions on top and we’ll call it Homestay Hotdish!
Before our homestay guests arrived, I was nervous about whether they’d like our food, especially Baby Riku. I shouldn’t have worried- Riku is a MUCH better eater than Tate. This picture shows him encouraging Tate to eat, or at least that’s what we thought. Maybe he was trying to steal some of his breakfast. Riku’s favorite “American” food was Golden Grahams cereal- he totally loved it, as did his mom and grandma. We went through 2 boxes of it.
Midway through the trip, Megu asked when she could eat a hot dog. She thought they’d be served at every American restaurant, but neither McDonald’s or Burger King (we’d already gone to both, since I’m such a good host) had any hot dogs. I typed ”stereotype” into her electronic dictionary, and she said “oh yes, like thinking that Japanese women wear kimonos all the time!” I told her that hot dogs were eaten most commonly on camping trips, at picnics and at baseball games, but promised to find her one. That very afternoon, she spotted them at the IKEA cafe, for just 50¢ each! Then we grilled some at a barbecue too, for good measure.
Riku kept trying to hug and touch Tate, who wasn’t really returning the affection. He kept persisting, so that it was usually closer to a tackle than a hug. Overall, Tate was pretty good about having another kid around, sharing his toys, etc. That is, however until one day when Tate was helping me unload the dishwasher and Riku tried to join in. Big mistake- Tate pushed Riku away and pulled his hair, bringing a quick end to the unloading project!
When I lived in Japan, I quickly became used to bowing and being bowed to. Seeing a 15-month old bow, however, is about the cutest thing ever. Riku bowed when he was asking for something, saying “sorry” or “thank you”. Towards the end of the visit, Tate also started bowing, following Riku’s example. And Riku learned the sign language sign for “friend”. I wish I had captured both things on video – so sweet!
We remarked over and over again how similar the boys are. Both preferred to fall asleep in the car rather than at home, during normal naptimes. With both in the midst of separation anxiety, there were tears whenever one of the moms left the room. Both utter a frequent refrain of “uhh, uhh, uhh”, accompanied by pointing to the desired object.
When I lived in Japan, Kyoko took me in as if I were her own daughter. My experience would have been much less positive without her family’s help and hospitality. I’m thankful that our friendship has endured, and that we could spend this time together. Hopefully, as Tate and Riku grow up, we’ll have more opportunities to do so- maybe next time we should meet halfway, in Hawaii!

Does your family have any friends from other countries? Have you travelled abroad with your children? Please, share your stories with us!