In my family we have 3 generations of Air Force. I've been to more Air Force Academy football games than I could count, and even wore their cheerleading uniform. It was destiny that my older brother, Blair, would attend the academy and then become a pilot. While I was in high school, Blair and his wife, Holly, were stationed in Yokota, Japan, which is about an hour train ride outside of Tokyo. I was fortunate enough to be able to go visit them the summer before my senior year of high school. It was one of the best vacations I have ever been on, and coming from a daughter of a United pilot, that says a lot.
Once my parents and I arrived in Seattle, waiting to board our flight to Tokyo, I noticed a culture change. First, half of the plane was Japanese or Asian. As I walked around, I was hearing languages that did not sound remotely like English or even Spanish, which I studied in high school. On the plane (which is 10 hours!) I was offered sushi for a meal. I definitely knew I was no longer in Colorado. Walking the streets of Tokyo, I stuck out like a sore thumb with my bright blond hair and blue eyes. It seemed like everyone looked the same and were all heading in some important direction. Tokyo was such a blast, yet I constantly would have people staring at me, wondering why in the world I was there and in their way.
Once we met up with my brother and sister-in-law,we headed out towards Yokota. One of the places my brother took us to was a Saki factory. Being 17, I had no idea what Saki was. Sitting at the table while my parents tasted the various types of Saki, I was absorbing the atmosphere. Japan is such a lush country and they take so much care with their gardening. As I was sitting there, some older Japanese men (who were clearly drunk) came up to me and started rambling in Japanese and patted my head. To be honest, I was freaked out. Looking back on it, I find it quite humorous and know that they were probably shocked to see American there. Overall, my trip to Japan was a eye-opening experience. I saw how different cultures are and lived outside my comfort zone.
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