After a pretty long day of traveling, we got caught in a pretty serious rainstorm with no umbrellas, most of us in sandals, on our way to visit a temple. It was chaos all around on us on the street, with lots of passersby visibly annoyed with our big group, and I was afraid I was going to lose a child or get trampled on and of course Hazel started melting down (when mama is stressed, baby always knows!). For a moment I was ready to jump back in a taxi and call it a night. But we didn't. Instead, we regrouped under a little overhang, bought four umbrellas from the grocery store and just kept going. As we walked, the storm let up and we found ourselves walking down magical alleyways lined with red lanterns, cherry blossoms, and handmade goods in front of the oldest temple in Tokyo, Sensoji Temple, built in 628AD, destroyed in WWII, and rebuilt, dedicated to the goddess of mercy and the rebuilding symbolizing rebirth. Grateful for the big lessons we learn amidst the little ones.