Wait, is this Japan? And other confusions.

The first day with my family was really confusing. After lunch my grandma, mom, and I went for for a walk around the neighborhood. My mom stopped at a house and asked me if I knew what it was. It looked like a normal house but it had Japanese writing on the gate and lots of shoes on the front porch. I replied that I wasn't sure but that I thought it was a house where Japanese people lived. Then a woman came to the gate and asked us if we wanted to come in and my mom said yes. The woman asked us if we wanted to try something (I didn't understand what) and my mom looked at me so I said yes.
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We took off our shoes outside and put them in a cubby then followed the lady inside and washed our hands. There was a room with an anatomy poster and a mix of Japanese and Spanish writing. The room we entered had an altar with a red carpet leading up to it. People were bowing and kneeling on both sides of the room. Our guide told us to kneel and bow 3 times then clap twice, then bow twice and clap twice. I followed along and then 2 more women came over and we each went with one of them. I kneeled on a mat and the women made me repeat something to her. I have no idea what I said. Then she told me to close my eyes. I thought I was misunderstanding so I repeated what she said and she told me that I would only have to close them for 5 minutes. While my eyes were closed there were random bowing and kneeling noises and some Japanese/Spanish chanting. I was so confused! When I opened my eyes my guide told me to sit facing away from her and then she put pressure on my head. She let go then I sat there for a minute. Then she did it again. I could see my grandma and her woman was doing the same thing: applying pressure then holding her hand in the air about 6'' from the place she had applied pressure. I thought that it was probably some sort of healing art that had to do with energy. This went on in a sitting and lying position for nearly an hour.
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When it was done I had to bow and clap some more then my lady pointed me back to the shoes. While walking back to our apartment my mom asked if I enjoyed it and (since I didn't know what to say) I said yes but that I was confused about what it was. When she didn't explain it I realized that confusion was about to become a central part of my daily life.