Man were really in japan

Its nine pm and were in the hotel lobby in osaka. dads about to fall on his face from exhasution.　　he woke up at 4 am on friday with only 4 hours of sleep and its an indeterminate number of hours later on sunday. we think.　after a 12 hour flight (that didnt seem that long to me) we landed and went to the hotel that maki brilliantly choose for us, right across the street from the airport. she decided it was wise for us to adjust to the local time before we met her family, and boy am I glad becuase I could barely form a sentence over the soba noodles and dried-grilled-stewed-sweet-salty fish yummness that we had for dinner. dad has nothing else to say, but i want to add that i have a silly grin on my face and i have a feeling it will remain there for the next 10 days, if not more. and the reason im (roche) typing this is because every time dad sits down at the keyboard it comes out in japanese. ぃ毛てぃｓ (like that.) goodnight!