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Japan our new home and Costco

I am saying outright that there will be no photo's with this post-its late and I'm just too tired.  We're still feeling the jet lag and the time difference.

Japan is feeling more and more like home, that being said I am still referring to my beloved South Africa as home.  I wonder can I have two homes?  Alexander is still asking to go granny's house.  We spent so much time at my parents house... I am trying heard not to think to much about family, because I miss them so intensely and I just know that I'll spend days in tears if I do.

We went to Costco today.  For those of you that are wondering what that is, it is a huge wholesale store (American) and they sell everything.  The experience was rather thrilling.  We bought loads and spent very little (we think).  We found raw almonds which is a bonus as the only nuts we've found are roasted.

A side note:  Beatrice has woken up and is screaming!!!! Emiel is trying to get her back to sleep but she will only settle if he hands her to me.  I'm listening to this wondering if we've created a monster or if there's something wrong.

Back to the main feature:  We are uber puzzled by the Japanese fashion.  Many of the young women and little girls wear short shorts and long socks and its so cold I get colder looking at them.

Ok I have more to say but my eyes are sore which is a sure sign I need to go to bed.

Much love


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