My view from Japan is actually pretty narrow, encompassing my apartment living room, the grocery store, the fruit and veg man, and the park. Nap times and lunches and sleep problems prevent me from getting out and experiencing much beyond my little circle, and although I have ambitions of hopping on the train and getting out to some surrounding villages, fear of wrath of a missed nap keeps me close to home.
However, Japan is a relative paradise for mothers of young babies. Public transportation is easily accessible by stroller, nursing stations are plentiful and easy to find if you know where to look, and people, for the most part, are genuinely untroubled by the antics of the small set. Instead of snide remarks and angry glares, a crying baby is met with gentle clucking and compassionate understanding.
My girl and I went out for a lunch date today, proving that even the smallest little restaurants are baby-friendly. As soon as we arrived, we were given a baby chair, anpanman dishes, and a mini culture set.
Stella delighted in eating rice with a fork like a big girl. Until she discovered that her underdeveloped hand-eye coordination rendered that particular rice delivery method inefficient. And I cleaned up her mess afterwords, I assure you.