It's hard to fully feel a part of such an event, with language and culture being such a division. I felt very much like an "other," and I have great gratitude to the members of my quartet for translating and helping me understand, for crossing some barrier so bravely.
The day got a little longer when the Hankyu trains seemed unable to leave the station for more than 30 minutes, something unprecedented in my time in Japan. We gave up and went to another train line, and managed to get home, just in time to Skype with my parents.
And now, it's time for bed.