Leaving Aunt Yuko and Uncle Shoji was difficult. Even though we'd only spent a couple of days with the them, I really felt like I was part of the family. Aunt Yuko's kindness more than made up for the fact that I couldn't understand her words. Family truly is a language unto itself. It was difficult for Yui because of all the memories that our time with family had brought back.
It was time to move onto the honeymoon portion of the trip, though and more good memories lie ahead for us! We took the train to Kyoto where we had booked a week at a hostel with a private room and shower. (Very important!) We had decided to spend the majority of our day with Aunt Yuko and Uncle Shoji, so we didn't get to Kyoto until about six or seven that evening. Not having used the delivery system this time, we arrived at Kyoto station with all our bags in tow. We had to pull out the maps to find the place...and we did. It was tucked away on a quiet side street, not too far from the station. It was close enough, but with all our bags the walk was a bit longer than it would be on subsequent trips.
It was with trepidation we approached the hostel, but all fears were quickly allayed. The Tour Club was clean, the staff friendly and the mattresses inviting. We ate the eggs that we had got at the mountain earlier in the day and then got some sleep to get ready for our first day as real tourists!
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