It's sunny today. We took a bus to visit the Fukuoka Dome in the morning. Since there wasn't a game going on, we basically strolled around the HAWKS stadium and the shopping center. Dad bought a signed #9 baseball, and I got another beautiful one-piece, while Mom was struggling to figure out how we could fit all our purchases into our luggage. We spent the rest of the day sauntering through the alleys, looking for hidden shrines and shops. Finally, we had dinner at a tiny bistro. The owner was the chef, the waiter, and the dishwasher—a one-man operation. The master was nice and his food was amazing. But I think my dad drank all the draft beer he could provide, it was a little awkward, I didn't see any spare cans in the kitchen. It seemed our presence caught the master off guard. My mom also ate his rice cooker empty. God, our rice cooker back home is bigger than this one in size. Everything here is so small and cute!

It's sunny today. We took a bus to visit the Fukuoka Dome in the morning. Since there wasn't a game going on, we basically strolled around the HAWKS (?), the stadium and the shopping center. Dad bought a signed number-9 baseball, and I got another beautiful one-piece, while Mom was struggling to figure out how we could fit all our purchases into our luggage. We spent the rest of the day sauntering through the alleys, looking for hidden shrines and shops. Finally, we had dinner at a tiny bistro. The owner was the chef, the waiter, and the dishwasher—a one-man operation. The master (is this a different person?) was nice and his food was amazing. But I think my dad drank all the draft beer he could provide, it was a little awkward, I didn't see any spare cans in the kitchen. It seemed our presence caught the master off guard. My mom also ate his rice cooker empty. God, our rice cooker back home is bigger than this one in size. Everything here is so small and cute!

It's sunny today. We took a bus to visit the Fukuoka Dome in the morning. Since there wasn't a game going on, we basically strolled around the HAWKS, the stadium and the shopping center. Dad bought a signed number-9 baseball, and I got another beautiful one-piece, while Mom was struggling to figure out how we could fit all our purchases into our luggage. We spent the rest of the day sauntering through the alleys, looking for hidden shrines and shops. Finally, we had dinner at a tiny bistro. The owner was the chef, the waiter, and the dishwasher—a one-man operation. The owner was nice and his food was amazing. But I think my dad drank all the draft beer he could provide, it was a little awkward, I didn't see any spare cans in the kitchen. It seemed our presence caught the owner off guard. My mom also emptied his rice cooker. God, our rice cooker back home is bigger than this one in size. Everything here is so small and cute!