Here is our view on the way to Tokyo's Narita International Airport. It is gorgeous!
I have traveled a lot. And I do mean A LOT! My entire life, I have been on.the.go. I flew alone as a very young child and am completely comfortable on almost any plane, anywhere. I have moved over 21 times. It is totally crazy to most people, but it is my normal. My brats think it is normal too.
Having been mobile my whole life, I have visited seen quite a few airports. I have flown internationally, been delayed hours on end and even had to sleep in an airport or two.
We, unexpectedly, had to go back to the US. We had to fly commercial out of Narita International Airport in Tokyo. This airport is just such a testament to the quality of the Japanese people.
Narita is a massive, sparkling clean, very modern airport. Why would I want to tell you about an airport? Well, because the Japanese do it RIGHT when it comes to shopping at transportation hubs. These are just a few of my bags ---->I'm here to tell you, Japan knows how to pack in greatness wherever you have to travel. At train stations across the country you will find some of the greatest places to eat, freshest groceries and nicest bathrooms. It is actually a pleasure to travel.
You know what it is like to travel, right? You are stressed and hurried. You are wondering who in the world designed an airport where the bathrooms are miles away from the restaurants.
Helll-lllooo, do people not see the connection between these two places? Then, when you have been stuck in the airport for hours and decide to get a bite to eat, you realize you may need to take out a loan to get a hamburger. It is THAT expensive to eat at an airport. Well, not in Japan.
I'm here to tell you, Japan knows how to pack in greatness wherever you have to travel. At train stations across the country you will find some of the greatest places to eat, freshest groceries and nicest bathrooms. It is actually a pleasure to travel.The Narita airport is nothing but relaxing. Yes, relaxing. From chocolate covered potato chips to a Pokemon painted airplane, the kids had a blast in the airport. The prices are shockingly... normal! We bought several fun items, like random KitKat flavors and candy making kits. We even found a few quirky candies for the kids to try. All at the same prices we would pay in town at regular stores. They do not mark up items at the airports here.
In the so-clean-you-can-eat-off-the-floor bathrooms, there are 'toddler chairs' in each stall. This chair, which I know looks a tad like a urinal, is a safe and clean place to put that kiddo while you do your business. There is also a random little sign that ensures you know the "proper posture" to use while using their potty. Umm, I have no comment on this one. Just passing on info.
The Wifi is fast and it is FREE. That is the only way our kids get Wifi because, well, because I am cheap. Oh, did I mention, that the carts are all FREE and everywhere you look? Plus, they have people to check you in within minutes of going through the door. In the US you have to be at the airport at least two hours earlier than your flight to have enough time to check in, get through the long lines at security and get down to the gates. If you are flying to an international location, you are supposed to be there 4 hours ahead of time. In Japan, you only have to get there early if you want to shop. Seriously, you walk straight through security. There are no lines, no lines at all. Even the small shops in the airport have numerous employees to help keep you from waiting. It is truly refreshing. 
What they don't do well, or I guess that depends on how you feel about smoking. Here is the "Smoking Room" at Narita. It is for adults only, and you don't smell or see smoke anywhere. It is this way all over Japan, but it is still fascinating to see it.
A few more gates down from the smoking room you can find the "Nursery". I went inside, because come on you know that is exactly what I would do. I wanted to see what it looked like and... well, I wanted to see all the adorable Japanese babies. (I would so take home a few of those sweet faces if someone wanted to give me a couple!) Well, wouldn't you know it. Inside there was a beautiful, relaxing oasis for moms and dads. There was a private area for breastfeeding, free diapers, a sink, filtered water and samples of formulas. It was awesome!
There are 'priority' chairs in the airport similar to the ones on the trains. The chairs are reserved for elderly, sick, pregnant or those with babies. We have never seen the chairs used by anyone who did not need the chair. That would be dishonest. When Japanese travel they want to be seen as classy and respectable because they feel like they are representing their homeland. Throughout the airport you see men in suits, women in dresses and even kids dressed up in their "Sunday best". We were discussing this as we walked through the mall. I am a "typical" American in a quite a few ways. I did not allow the kids to fly in the sweatpants. That's just not a good representation to ours of Americans. I did let the kids wear sweatshirts though, so I thought I was doing well. About the time decided, again, how much we love the cleanliness of Japan we walked to the next gate to this chick.a.dee :
Ugh! Meet "Toe Jam Girl". Not only is she dressed in sweats pulled up to her calves like she is resting at home, but she has her FEET ON THE CHAIR! Nasty! You only have to be in Japan two minutes to see how they how they hate dirty shoes. She is disrespecting their whole culture and could care less. We watched as Japanese keep staring at her, as if they were secretly yelling, "Get your yucky feet off our chairs!". No one said anything to her. That would be rude, and would not happen. Even my 9-year old wanted to go tell her that she was 'being rude' because 'maybe she doesn't know how much she is offending the locals'. And, THAT right there folks is one of the key reasons why we have military around the world. We want to learn each other's cultures, so we can understand and respect our friends.
After we left "Toe Jam Girl", we kept touring the airport. We love to look at the stores, and study the people. (Yes, we are that nerdy.) We found the coolest inflatable plane that matches the real Pokemon plane. (This plane is used for domestic flights in Japan and is always packed! Last time we checked it was completely booked for the next 18 months!)
All parents think their kids are smart, but I have proof. My kids always know what restaurants in Japan are serving. Cool, huh? They can just check out the name of the place, and study the plastic food in the windows... oh, wait... that's how they are doing it! Outside almost all of the restuarants in Japan there are elaborate displays of food. It is brilliant. It makes people hungry and lets those crazy Americans, I mean non-Japanese, to pick out what they want by simply pointing. I doubt that is why they do it, but it is a bonus for us. We started to walk around the airport's "restaurant row" to find some eats. Look at what we found. The food above is fake. It is a whole new art form. There are even drinks that look like they have condensation on them. It is clean and intriging for those wandering around trying to decide what to eat. 
Milky's was such a hoot. We have been here for 7 months at this point. I know enough Japanese to say 'hello', smile and point to order. I can say 'excuse me' or 'thank you'. I can count, a tiny bit. The kids know way more than I do because they learn Japanese in school (and Spanish). Here is where it gets laughable. We walked into the Milky Cafe and in Japanese told the hostess how many people we had to sit. We also greeted her and said 'thanks' when she handed us the menus. We asked for water. She left until we know what we wanted, we rang the magic bell that called her back and we ordered- mostly in English I would say. Well, a few minutes later an American couple came and sat down near us. The waitress created them in English and got them an English menu. WHAT? Why didn't see greet us in English? Where was our English menu. I giggled and shared my observation with the kids. The waitress came back and overhead me. She smiled, bowed and told me that, "You were trying so hard to fit in I didn't realize you didn't know Japanese." Well, I have heard it all. I was mistaken for a Japanese speaker. (I can clearly never get mistaken for being Japanese with my tall body, blue eyes and light hair.) I blended in, kinda. Wow, I'm impressed. I know it is silly, but I didn't have to have an English menu to survive. I can do it with my Southern 
The Milky Cafe was great. I had my favorite fried rice and meat combo. Actually, I shared with a boy because we all wanted desserts. The girls had the kids' meals with all sorts of goodies. Carson had a crazy pasta with eel or something slimy. He ate it. I smelled it and decided... not.gonna.happen unless I am on Survior and HAVE to eat that junk-o-la. The desserts were just as good as they look! The strawberry cake is a very popular Christmas time treat, so we knew that was a must have. Our total bill for two large adult meals, two kids meals and four desserts was a whomping $28. See, even this guy was full. That almost never happens!
Our departure time was getting closer. We headed to the gate. After the family got settled, Momma cracked her whip. This woman made her poor kiddos get out their books and do homework. Yes, I hear that judgement from you. We missed a week of school to go back to the States, so they had a ton of work to do. They were 'bored'- which they knw is like a curse word in my book- so out came the homework. We watched as our United Dreamliner 787 pulled into the gate. For those of you who don't know me personally, I have a love affair with planes. This was my very first time on the new Dreamliner. I actually booked us on a longer layover, in a way different place because I wanted to fly this plane!
As we got called on the plane my tallest son turned around to me and said, "This plane Rocks!" When youa re over 6' tall like we are you hate that moment when you first step on the plane. You all of sudden realize that you will be bent over for the next... 14 hours! Not on the Dreamliner. The plane is so tall, and there is just so much room. We got to our seats and every seat had this little package: headphones, new blanket and new pillow. I'll take it. Once seated we started enjoying the entertainment package on each and every chair. There are screens with preloaded movies, music and TV shows. There is a map mode of the area we are flying over (not as interesting when we were flying over a w-h-o-l-e lotta ocean). You can push a different map and see how far we have flown, how long we have to go until touchdown, the temperature outside and even how fast the plane is traveling. Can you tell how happy these sweet faces are to be going home to the land of Chick-fil-a, Target and English? They were thrilled until they found out the trip would take us over 30 hours of traveling. Then, well they were still thrilled. And a little weary.
They survived. The slept, and ate more meals that anyone needed just to have something to do. They all watched several movies and napped on and off. We landed and only had five more flights ahead of us in the next 19 days. I told you, we travel. A lot. We flew more than 15,000 miles this trip. We spent almost three weeks in the US. I wish that I could say that is was easy and fun. Parts of it were. Parts of it weren't. Unfortanetly, part of our mobile lifestyle means that we almost always see our family and friends when we are in the midst of a long trip. We have spent days trying to get to them, built the trip up in our heads and it doesn't always turn out like we expect. We try to fit in and bond with folks when we only see them 5 days a year, if that. It is hard to do. If the kids have a bad day then that is remembered for the next year until we get to the family again and try again. This trip I had some bad days. Traveling is tough on the parents too.
But, in the end, my family is meant to do this. I adore that man of mine and this is his dream. So, it has become my dream. This smiling faces have rough days and tough travels. Still, they get up in the middle of the night to return rental cars, the grab their iPads and shuttle onto another plane. They grab their Passimo train passes and jump on the train to Yokohama. They sit on a bus to Seattle. They last through another road trip in Carolina. They have grown up 'on the road'. These four babies where born in three different countries. They know that the culture may change, their address is temporary and their 'house' is never theirs for very long.
Still, they are brats. The know sacrifice and strength firsthand. They can adapt and overcome. They are comfortable in their skin. Their parents adore them, even when they have a bad day. They know they can count on their God to stay steady in the midst of the storms of life. They even remind this Momma of that sometimes.
Socking Away those Frequent Flyer Miles,
~Aggie Amy
