jornada202 had unfortunately left behind the cable needed to connect her digital camera to a computer, so we tried to get her a new one to enable her to clear the camera's memory. It turned out that, no matter where we asked, that particular cable is only sold with the camera, and not as a separate part. The only way to get it was to order it directly from the manufacturer, which we did on Monday. It came in on Thursday, with but one day remaining to make it worthwhile. Thus, she began snapping photos like a madwoman, just because she could, and she got some really nice ones.
After that, we headed into Kyoto for one last walk down the shopping arcade. I dragged everyone into a printclub (or purikura) booth to initiate them into its thrilling and addicting ways. For those not familiar with it, it's a booth where you and your friends can have your pictures taken against a variety of backdrops. Then you have the opportunity to draw electronically on the pictures. Finally the pictures are printed out on small stickers that can be split among the friends as a memento of the occasion. Japanese high school girls do this on a regular basis, often bringing dozens (if not hundreds) of the little stickers to school, where they spend their time in class pasting them into notebooks and decorating the area around them with comments.
One of the interesting things about this particular shopping arcade is that it's interrupted periodically by small temples. Strangely, this seems completely natural. One of them has this spot out front to amuse those who pass by.
I might venture to add that we stopped at Animate.
We rounded off our last evening together by eating at the Indian restaurant again. megory chatted with the server, who informed us that his wife and children (except for one son attending a nearby college) all live in India, and he has been traveling back and forth between there and Japan every few months for the past 30 years. Yikes. This meal also inspired the wonderful quote, "What is my goal with the cheese?" (I *so* should have been keeping a quotelist...)
The gang's plane home was scheduled to take off today at 1pm, which meant we had to leave the house at 7:30am in order to get there on time. Aside from a bit of a misunderstanding on the last leg of the trip (the train from Osaka to the airport unhooks the last three cars to let the two sections of the train go to different destinations; sometimes the front cars go to the airport, and sometimes the rear cars do...when I picked them up last week it was the latter, but this time--confusingly enough--it turned out to be the former), the ride wasn't too bad. megory once again chatted to the foreigners near us, a father and daughter. I didn't hear the entire conversation, but I believe the daughter is apparently also an anime/manga fan and is staying here for college, and so her father's luggage (like my parents') was crammed with manga to take home.
At the airport checkin, jornada202 was pulled aside for a security interview. She was asked, "Did you pack your bags yourself?" ...to which she replied, "No." ^_^; The interviewer, of course, was quite concerned about this, until she launched into the explanation, "Well, first we had to spread everything out on the floor with all the bags in the middle, and then..." I think they let her go before she got to the part about shifting things around for several hours to even out the weight.
I saw them all off at the last security point around noon. By now, they should be well on their way. The apartment seems really quiet...