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Kyoto with Dad
April 3-10, 2026

We landed and took a bus straight to the bamboo grove. It was raining but nobody cared. Dad kept stopping to photograph every single stalk.

The best meal was cold soba at a place with no sign. We pointed at what the couple next to us was eating.

I did not expect how quiet the temples felt at sunrise. Like the city held its breath.

I want to remember Dad laughing on the train because his phone fell in a puddle and he just shrugged.

Kyoto with Dad
April 3-10, 2026

The start: We landed at Kansai at 6 a.m. and took the Haruka express into the city. Dad had not slept on the flight but he was wide awake, pressing his face to the window at every rice paddy. We dropped our bags at the guesthouse and walked straight to Arashiyama. The bamboo grove was raining softly. Tourists had umbrellas but Dad just walked through it with his hood down. He said it felt like a movie.

A place I will not forget: A tiny tofu restaurant behind a curtain with four stools. The woman running it spoke almost no English but she brought us three courses of yu-dofu and pickled vegetables. Dad said it was the best thing he had eaten in years.

Something unexpected: I thought temples would feel touristy but Fushimi Inari at 5 a.m. was empty and orange. We hiked for an hour without seeing another person. The light came through the gates in stripes.

How it ended: Tired feet, full notebooks, and a shared melon pan on the platform. Dad said this was the trip he had been putting off for twenty years. I was glad we finally went.

One thing to remember: Dad laughing on the Osaka subway because he tapped his IC card on the reader upside down and the gate would not open. The station attendant laughed too.