We didn’t go to the beach in the first day and only took a walk around and went to some temple. There are a lot of beautiful temples and statues in this city! I really wanted to go to K?toku-in to see the great Buddha statue but it was raining and we didn’t have enough time, so we headed to our ryokan before it’s getting late.
We went to the beach on the second day. It was still a bit cloudy but we had so much fun there. It was one of the fun moments in my life! We got back to Kamakura in the afternoon and went to Swany, a pretty fabric shop. They had a bazaar going on, so many pretty fabrics! I snatched one or two (or three or four) pieces and swore that I would be back someday.
Actually we planned to do some sight-seeing in the third day, but Sidra looked so happy at the beach that we decided to spend the whole day back at Yuigahama beach. The day was sunny and beautiful, so there were more people there. And we had fun one more day! I love this place!
The wet futon incident
As this is still holiday season, we couldn’t get any place to stay in Kamakura nor the beach, the nearest place we could get was this small ryokan (Japanese-style inn) run by a family in Hiratsuka, another small city nearby. The place was decent although the furniture seemed a bit outdated, we didn’t think much about it because we only needed a place to sleep. But on our last night, the owner called our room, she said that one of the futon was wet and we were charged with cleaning fee, which she would send later. I was pretty upset about this, because we didn’t wet the futon! It got more suspicious that she couldn’t tell how much the cleaning fee was, and was going to send the invoice later (once we got home).
The next morning, my husband looked for the woman to talk about the wet futon. She said that it was probably from urine, while glancing at Sidra. Fortunately, my precious son, who only wet his bed once when he was two years old, was oblivious to this accusation. My husband said that Sidra never wet his bed and it was also impossible that we wouldn’t notice that if he did. The woman and my husband went back and forth in Japanese, then she went behind the door to talk to an old woman, maybe her mother. When she went out again, she said that we were only charged with half of the cleaning fee.
A discount? Yay? That was of course even more unacceptable! My husband said that he wanted to see the wet futon. The woman seemed that she didn’t expect it, but she didn’t have any choice. Then we were shown a mattress with a slightly damp spot, not wet at all. You see, the mattress is placed on the floor, the futon above it, and the duvet cover on the top. My husband asked whether the futon was also wet, and the woman said no. So in order to wet the mattress, Sidra had to move the duvet cover and the futon first, with us sleeping next to him. The woman began to realize that she wasn’t making any sense. She looked embarrassed and then said that it was okay, we didn’t have to pay anything. We left the ryokan with her apologizing behind us.
I guess she expected that we (my husband) wouldn’t have enough Japanese vocabularies to argue with her made-up accusation. I’m really proud of the way my husband handled this, though. If it were me, I would definitely lose temper and got angry. But he was so calm and never raised his tone. I think I should learn to be more like that. Or maybe just let him do the talking when it’s needed (-_-;)