Today’s plan was to visit Ueno Market. But when traveling with older parents, I’ve learned that it’s not about how much we do—it’s about how we feel doing it. I had a long list in my head: street snacks to try, local goods to browse, and corners of the market I wanted them to explore. I had imagined them smiling, marveling, enjoying every bit of it.

But reality had other plans.

My parents didn’t have the stamina to walk through the entire market. In the end, we only made it past the entrance before taking refuge in a nearby mall, where we spent the rest of the time browsing clothes at—of all places—Uniqlo. So, yes, my grand checklist? Completely unused.

Instead, an unplanned moment turned into a happy memory for all of us. While waiting around, my brother decided to try his luck at a claw machine in a nearby game center. Against all odds—and a few near misses—he actually managed to win a cute toy for our mom. Her delighted smile said it all.

Sometimes, it’s these small, unscripted detours that create the most heartfelt highlights of a trip. No itinerary could have planned that moment, and yet it was one of the most memorable.

On the flip side, maybe that was a blessing in disguise. No one warned us about the shockingly high parking fees in Tokyo. So while renting a car has definitely made things more comfortable for my folks, it hasn’t been cheap. Each short outing feels like a small toll we’re paying for convenience.

One thing that has become a near-ritual on this trip is the toilet break. It’s now a family-wide event. While Tokyo is impressively well-equipped with public toilets, popular spots often have queues—and urgency doesn’t wait in line. Sometimes my parents forget they need a restroom when they’re excited by shopping or sightseeing. Then, suddenly, it’s an emergency, and we’re scrambling.

So here’s a tip I’ve learned the hard way: whenever you see a restroom, ask if they need it—even if they just went. And if you’re heading into an area where facilities might be limited or crowded, give them a heads-up. Anticipation and gentle reminders go a long way.

Like excited kids, my parents can get distracted and wander off on their own, assuming someone is keeping an eye on them. All it takes is a moment of distraction, and suddenly someone is shouting, “Where’s Mom? Where’s Dad?!” The typical response? “I thought they were with you!”

In moments like that, tension rises quickly—especially among siblings. If we’re not mindful, even a simple question can carry the wrong tone and spark unnecessary hostility. And when you’re in the middle of a crowded tourist spot, a shouting match only adds to the chaos.

When this happens—and it will happen—the priority isn’t assigning blame. It’s finding the old “kids” who’ve wandered off with wide eyes and no idea they caused a minor family crisis. Deep breath. Regroup. Find them. Then laugh about it later (hopefully).

Amidst the “parent-sitting” duties, I managed to sneak in a quick visit to a small Buddhist shrine in Ueno—while my parents were happily distracted by some nearby shops. It was a brief moment of calm and quiet, and I picked up a few temple souvenirs to bring home.

Japanese temples often sell charming little trinkets—omamori (amulets), bells, ema (wish plaques)—as a way to raise funds. They make lovely collectibles and are said to invite blessings into your home. For me, they also serve as gentle memory markers. Every time I look at one, I get to practice a bit of joyful recall: where I found it, what I was feeling, and the quiet moment I carved out in the middle of a bustling day.

May all be well and happy.