Geisha Dreams

I'm in japan.

For Starters: I was supposed to leave in one of the Delton airplanes. Oh. Turned out, that since I didn't leave when I said I would (because I stayed with my boyfriend during the rest of the day), I had to take a commercial airline. I ended up booking a flight, last minute. Luckily, I was able to find a first class offer in Alitalia. And I was surprised! The flight would only take 12 hours and 10 minutes. I didn't think twice. If I didn't get to that fashion show in Japan, I would've certainly lost good future clients. For sure.

I got into the plane, making last minute reservations in the Ritz-Carlton in Tokyo. http://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Properties/Tokyo/Default.htm Jealous much?

The flight. I get really bored in airplanes given the fact that I'm a naturally full of adrenaline person. Therefore, I was simply moving in my chair, playing sudoku, watching movie, taking out laptop, putting laptop back in, reading book, putting away book, turning off the reading light, turning it back on again, going to the bathroom, moving my feet, moving the reclinable seat... by the 8th hour, I just stared blankly at the airplane ceiling. It was white. Or blue? I was seeing different colors. As I stared at my watch and realized there were still 4 more hours to go, I tried to get some sleep. That didn't work, either. I searched the whole plane for a bloody flight attendant who could give me some tylenol sleep or anything that would send me over to Morpheus' side. No one had anything. No one knew what I was talking about. At the 9th hour I was regretting ever taking the trip. At the 10th hour I imagined myself as a bloodsucking zombie and realized my eyes were heavy. Was I getting sleepy? At the 11th hour, I closed my eyes! YES! I WAS SLEEPING! FINALLY! YAY! Hooray! When I woke up I felt refreshed and ready to arrive. I had probably left for the remaining hour and thirty minutes, had I not? I smiled at my watch. The smile disappeared.

15 minutes.

I slept for 15 minutes.

When I finally arrived to Japan, I felt the whole world turning around. If I had consumed alcohol I would've blamed it on some margarita. But no, I was suffering some potent jet lag.

By the time I arrived to the hotel at noon, I was missing Christian. I wanted to just go back home and hug him. I felt like crying. Did jet lag make you sensible too? Was he missing me too?

Eric called me a bitch for coming to Japan without him. Well, SO-UGH-RRY.

I couldn't phone Christian. Is something wrong with the phones here? Should I dial backwards so that this blo*** Shi*** gets FU*** working. Ugh. I'm not a person prone to saying bad words, but I will say one bad word if I so much as see another plane.....

My mood got better as I wrote the first part of this blog. Christian will probably read it and know I'm well. I have to call him. Can't get my phone to work. Will buy a calling card tomorrow. Does he care if I phone or not? is he worried? ugh. Luciaaaa, calm down.

I got comfy in the hotel and went to sleep.

Now, Today...

I've visited a lot of places. The fashion show is tomorrow, reason why I got to do some tourism. Like:

1.A traditional tea ceremony (YAY) It was soooooooooo coool! :D
2. Went to some japanese temples
3. Met a Kyudo master
4. Used Japanese Toilet Slippers http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e9/JapaneseToiletSlippers.jpg
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5. Ate fish and rice for breakfast
6. Went to a japanese festival.

Btw. I'm not understanding ANYTHING. I do have a friend that's guiding me around. If I didn't have him, I wouldn't have gotten back to the hotel, because no one really speaks English over here... or french, or Italian, or even german.

I bought myself the Learning japanese gameboy advanced game. Hope that works.

Did I mention I miss Christian? I miss youuuuuuuuuu!