Hello! I’m alive! It’s true!
Things have been so busy lately. I haven’t even typed anything up… I’m sitting here in an internet cafe and wishing I liked what I had typed up over the past week about my village and family, but I don’t. I’m going to try and make more of an effort to type a little bit everyday so that when I come to town I have something to post here. My days have been packed with language classes, meetings, eating, adjusting, and hanging with my host family. I’ve been hesitant to spend too much time locked up in my room or out of the house for fear of disrespecting my host family’s hospitality, so I haven’t had much free time. Now that I’m getting into a bit of a routine I’ll hopefully have a spare moment now and then.
Most things here are wonderful. The things I’m having problems with are not what I expected them to be; living with my family, eating delicious Indonesian food, learning bahasa Indonesia, getting around on public transportation, and making friends have all been surprisingly simple, so far. I’ll give myself a little credit though… I’m not surprised I’ve adapted so well (thusfar). I did read, however, that the initial phase of culture shock is euphoria, so we’ll see.
I’m terribly sorry that I don’t have much more to say right now… I’ll do my best to type something up this week and post it on Friday when I’ll be at a university (with wireless internet!) for meetings all day.
Today I love, a la Emily: durian feasts, spiders as big as my hand, keffir lime leaves, Diana, recon missions, pisang Bart, malaria medication induced hallucinatory dreams, being interviewed by Indonesian journalists and speaking very little English with them, my host dad (and family), not drinking sweetened condensed milk for breakfast, and the women of my village.