
Anyway...
Rob arrived at around the sunset of X'mas Eve. I was quite nervous waiting at the arrival gate at Narita Airport. My eyes were bouncing left and right at the 2 exits as if I were watching an intense tennis match. After an hour, Rob arrived, looking more energetic than anyone would have expected after a 14 hr flight.
The first few days were a blur. We were on the same time schedule, but we were definitely not in Tokyo time, New York time, or London time. Up until a point, I don't know if it was dinner I was eating. I was affected by my imaginary jetlag more than Rob was.
On Christmas Eve, we exchanged presents. I got 2 presents (One for my Birthday). Ironically, I guessed both presents playfully, despite the amount of times he denied it. I got 2 blue boxes, one with a white ribbon, and the other with red. Later, I introduced Rob to Saizeriya where he fell in love with the Doria dish.
Despite our unwillingness to get out of the comfortable bed, we dragged ourselves out for a more proper dinner at Chiba. We had a feast at a random Japanese restaurant. I managed to embarrass myself with my poor language skill in front of Rob.