It’s honestly something we rarely think about. Something that we could give two flying farts of a thought about. Something that’s often left behind in the inner rectums of our mind.
Heated toilet seats.
Every time I use the loo, it never occurs to me that the toilet seat could possibly be heated. It’s merely something where you crap ‘n go.
Heated toilet seats weren’t even a thought until we visited Japan. Our hotel came equipped with a heated seat. It was divine. Restrooms at the mall also came equipped with heated seats. Restaurants and even museums had those amazing heated seats. But it didn’t stop with the toilets. Even trains had heated seats. Our tushies were the warmest they’ve ever been in Japan.
It’s no wonder: some days in Japan are coooooooold. Like the time we were lucky enough to get a clear day to see Mt. Fuji. Our day trip to Mt. Fuji started at 8:00 am on a cold, crisp December morning. While we have been in cold areas (looking at you, Scotland), we’re quite spoiled with our year-round 70 degree weather in LA (can’t find a winter like ours, excuse me while I go put on some flip flops, because, baby, it’s “cold” outside).
So, when we made our way to the train station that would eventually take us to the other train station that would take us to Hakone, I was missing the heated seat a little.
The past few years, we’ve been spending Christmas untraditionally. We’ve traveled in cities where Christmas doesn’t have the same hype as the States. This time, we visited Mount Fuji. About an hour-and-a-half later, we finally arrived into the tiny town that would take us to the very big boat to see Fuji-san. It was one of the few clear days of the year and Mt. Fuji was looking so pretty.
Snow framed the volcano and peppered the ground. Mt. Fuji was really a sight to behold.
Mt. Fuji, so pretty!
As previously mentioned, the mountain is a volcano, so the viewing area has some sulfur hot springs. The hot springs can cook eggs that will come out hard-boiled and smoked black. There is a slight difference in the taste of a classically hard-boiled and sulfur-cooked egg and that is the “smoked” taste. It’s a very tame smoky flavor and, just like a regular egg, it tastes much better with a hint of salt.
White egg, brown egg, easter egg and a black egg. Now, we’ve seen it all!From the lookout, we took the cable car down the hill to the Hakone Open Air Museum. Now, let me just preface: The Open Air Museum is. awesome. Some of the art is hilarious and some of it is amazing. There’s even a hot spring foot bath. We weaved our way through art installations that were large waving hands, a big giant head, a dude who looked uncomfortably trapped in a whatheheckisit.
Our feet in a hot spring. Whattheheckisit? Seriously, whattheheckisit?Right around that time, the cold really started to kick in and I was seriously regretting that large bubble green tea we had earlier. We were lucky that the Hakone museum had those heated seats. Seriously. Best invention ever.
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