Mom and Dad showed up Saturday night looking (almost comically) dead tired. But really, by the time they got off the train here at 11pm it was 7am their time, after getting up at 4am the day before and spending the intervening time in transit. I love them.
We took them out to breakfast yesterday and then to a small concert featuring 3 very traditional Japanese instruments (koto, shakuhachi and shamisen, if you were curious). It was actually thinly veiled torture, as the music is lulling and slightly dull and they had to sit on floor cushions for more then 3 hours. They're troopers, though, and we continued on to a Korean BBQ joint (grill food at the table! It's so fresh and you'll probably get burned!) and then home to watch a Hayao Miyazaki movie and have some cake. And then I allowed then to go to bed (because I was tired).
Now I have a class to teach. hasta!