I don’t remember who woke up first, but I do remember that I knew what I wanted my last non-airport meal in Osaka to be: Shake Shack! We didn’t even have breakfast because I was so excited. We decided to check-out early so that we didn’t have to hurry back to the hotel.
We found Shake Shack in this cute little mall a few train stops away from our hotel. I think we might have accidentally cut the line, but it was well worth it! Max didn’t enjoy it as much as we did. Mikey and I actually had one burger each and then we shared another one after. It was so, so good. I wish Shake Shack would open in Manila already.
After Shake Shack, we went back to the hotel and decided to just spend some time in the lounge until we had to leave for the airport. Max and I ended up napping while waiting. While we napped, Mikey went around Shinshaibashi one more time and got me a honey latte again.
When we Googled the train ride to the airport, it turned out that we had one transfer. We had a lot of baggage (three large bags, one small one, and our own personal bags) and we had Max. I told Mikey that it might make sense to take a taxi to the nearest station of the train that would take us directly to the airport so that all we would have to do is get on the train. And I’m so glad we did. It was pretty much a hassle-free trip (Max slept and breastfed on the way) and we got to the airport pretty early.
We deposited our bags and then we spent two hours shopping and eating at the duty free area. When we finally checked in and got into the main airport, we wanted to spend what little Yen we had left in the airport shopping area, but while Max was playing in a play area he had a small accident with another child and he wanted to breastfeed. He fell asleep at some point, but I didn’t want him to waste his sleep while we were still at the airport. My failed attempt at gently waking him up by nursing and walking around at the same time was a disaster. Max freaked out and we both ended up on the floor. Him wailing and me on the verge of a breakdown. He calmed down after a while and we had to head to our gate already.
Our plane was full and when we requested to be seated in a row without other passengers, they said that it wouldn’t be possible. But like a miracle, we were seated at the only row without another passenger (THANK YOU CEBU PACIFIC!). Also, like another miracle, the earlier breakdown turned to be worth it because Max fell asleep as soon as we were seated and he stayed asleep for the rest of the ride. Maybe this was his way of telling us that he was ready to go home.
Landing in the less-than-spectacular airport in Manila made me miss Osaka. But there was something comforting about being greeted by people who understood you. When we got home, we discovered our freshly cleaned apartment (care of Gwama Elena’s cleaning crew) and some new friends that Gwama got for Max. Max was thrilled be reunited with all his toys. And he was excited to play with some of the toys we didn’t open in Osaka.
I guess the trip was successful because we felt like it ended too soon, but after spending 7 days in a tiny (cozy) hotel room, our apartment suddenly felt like a mansion. We missed Osaka but were truly happy to be back home.