My First Post on the MAF Blog

Hi Everyone-

Just thought I would post a link to my first post on the MAF blog.  The theme of the MAF blog for this quarter is "Grace & Gratitude", so I thought a condensed version of my "One Year Ago" post was appropriate.  Feel free to check it out at:  http://www.mafblog.com/spiritual/the-difference-a-year-makes.

More later!

Pumpkin-Yum!

So it’s fall now, (um, yeah, not really here, but I like to pretend), and that means it’s time to cook with pumpkin…well at least it does for me.  Surprisingly, we can actually get pumpkins here, which is great!  Notice I said pumpkins though, not cans of pumpkin puree, which is what I have always used in the States when making pumpkin treats.  Here in Tarakan I have learned the joys, (hmmm, joy is a strong word), of making pumpkin puree from an actual pumpkin, and since this is something that I do on a fairly regular basis, I decided to document it because it is just a small answer to the ever-present question of ‘So, Sarah, what do you do in Indonesia?’…

Here’s the pumpkin – Chris was actually given this pumpkin in one of the villages he flew into.  I think it is kind of fun because it’s whitish.  The pumpkins we typically get from the market here are sort of a dusty orange.

First I cut the pumpkin in half, which is always the scariest part for me.  The pumpkin skin and flesh are so tough I’m constantly afraid I’ll cut myself while wrestling with the pumpkin.    

Then I scoop out the seeds and all the stringy stuff-this part is reminiscent of pumpkin carving at Halloween!  I haven’t dried and cooked up the seeds from the pumpkins here yet; maybe I will try that soon.  I love roasted pumpkin seeds-yum!  Sometimes at this point I cut some of the raw pumpkin and put it in the fridge to use for stew, risotto, or even to sauté as a side dish.

I put the pumpkin halves face down in a couple of oven-proof pans and add a little water to the bottom of each pan to help the pumpkin steam as well as roast.

Then I pop the pans into the preheated oven at 300 degrees and let them roast for about one hour.  The pumpkin halves are done when a knife goes easily through them, or in the case of this pumpkin, the skin splits and it starts falling apart in the pan.

Next step, I let the pumpkin cool until it can be handled without burning myself, no, that’s actually a lie.  That’s what should be done, but I am notoriously impatient in matters of cooking, and so I regularly burn myself during this step, and indeed in many other kitchen tasks.  Honestly, My arms and hands are a veritable storybook of cooking mishaps-I really must change my ways one of these days.  Anyway, when the pumpkin is cool (or still pretty hot), I scoop the flesh out and put it in the food processor to puree.  Hint for anyone who might try this at home, vent your food processor (my processor has a small handle on the lid that pops out to vent it), or the steam can make the lid burst off and the contents explode all over the kitchen.  I may or may not have learned this the hard way.  Just saying. 

Once the pumpkin is nicely pureed, I dump it onto a fine mesh sieve over a bowl, cover it and let it sit in the refrigerator for several hours.  I usually let the pumpkin strain overnight.  I have used it unstrained before, but it is really watery and that sometimes messes up the recipe I am trying to use the pumpkin in.

The next day I take the strainer off the bowl-look at all the liquid that drained out!

Then I put the strained pumpkin in a container and save it in the fridge or freezer for later, or I use it to make something yummy…like pumpkin scones, which I made the other day and ate with a mock pumpkin spice latte made with homemade pumpkin spice syrup.

Just another little taste (ha-ha) of one of the things that keeps me busy over here.

Happy autumn!

  

Something about Banana Bread and Sin

Several weeks ago I was sitting in the house of a family I had only just met a minute before.  They are friends of Chris’s, although at the time he was having a hard time remembering them.  It was Idul Fitri (also spelled Eid-al-Fitr), one of the biggest celebrations of the year for those of the Islamic faith. This two-day holiday marks the end Ramadan, the holy month of fasting for Muslim people.  Visiting Muslim friends and neighbors was on the agenda for the rainy holiday, and the three houses Chris and I were planning to visit with his friend had already turned into five.  Food appeared yet again at this home and we were urged to eat.  Luckily, it’s okay to just eat a little bit at each house, so I was trying to take a very small portion of everything in the interest of conserving my belly space.

As we ate I assured the lady of the house, Chris’ friend’s wife, robed in her new traditional Muslim clothes and head covering donned specifically for the occasion, that the food was delicious as I tried to eat quite possibly the most spicy meal I have ever ingested in my life and thinking to myself “Oh, I will pay dearly for this later.”

I was trying to follow the conversation that was being delivered way too quickly for my beginning Indonesian and missing almost everything.  The wife of Chris’s friend offered me something that looked like moist bread or cake-a reprieve for my burning mouth, hallelujah!  It turned out to be banana bread, and as I commented on how tasty it was, the lady of the house began to talk about the bread…and then I realized that somehow she had started talking about sin.  Something about how the bread cleanses the sin inside or that the bread is made in celebration of forgiveness of sin or maybe she wasn’t saying anything like that at all.

I was thinking “I am in way over my head here!”  Then the woman was just looking at me and I realized that she had probably asked me a question or was looking for a response to the whole banana bread sin thing.  In my idiocy I tried to smile and nod encouragingly, obviously blowing my (very thin) cover of understanding, and the woman then knew I had no earthly idea what she was talking about, sadly.

Ah, humility…I used to consider myself a pretty good communicator, a good reader of body language, a careful listener…yeah, that’s pretty much out the window now.  Even after almost a year of language study, it’s still a struggle to figure out what is going on!  Thank goodness when I talk to the other Westerners here they say it’s still difficult for them, even after years of communicating.  That makes me feel better.  A little.

After we finished visiting at that house we went to three more places, ate more food, and my brain kept running like a hamster on it’s wheel trying to keep up with the discourse.  At the end of the day we returned home stuffed with food, (thankfully nothing made us sick, which was a miracle), and tired out.  It was interesting to see all the different houses and eat the good, but spicy, food, and drink the strange, but weirdly satisfying yogurt-ish drink with chunks of jelly and fruit floating in it that was served at most homes.  Many of the people we visited assured us they were looking forward to visiting our house for Christmas *gulp* that will be interesting! 

We were so busy trying to eat and be sociable that we only took one picture of joining in the celebration of Idul Fitri with our friends. 

Chris took this picture at the first place we visited, the home of the man who delivers our bottles of drinking water.  I think we had the best food at his house, and he was the one who prepared it, so he was proud to show off his cooking skills.  The tupperware containers on the floor were full of little cookies and crunchy chip-type appetizers, and they invited us to try something from each one!

Although it doesn’t seem quite advisable after the story I just shared about my language skills (or lack there of), but today was my last day of official language study.  My tutors and I have worked though all the books from language school, so I am a free woman-free from school anyway! I’m sure that the language learning has just begun and will continue as I talk to more people and hopefully build some meaningful relationships.  We will see what the future holds.  The sweet MAF ladies here got together and surprised me with a “Congratulations you’re done with language!” party after my last session today-it was so thoughtful!

And now I will celebrate all by myself by taking a nap in the afternoon-yay!!!  Signing off for now!

One Year Ago

One year ago I had tears in my eyes, okay, pretty much running down my face, as I said “good-bye” to family and friends and the U.S. knowing I wouldn’t be back for almost 4 years…

Now I still cry sometimes because I miss friends and family and home and Target (yes, I really have cried over Target…we have a very strong bond Target and I), but by trying to daily choose to see the good and with lots of help from God I am learning little by little how to be content here in this new life.  Luckily I have an excellent Indonesian “family” of MAF friends to give me some of the love and support I miss from home.

One year ago I smelled that spicy, smoky Asia smell as we got off the airplane in Jakarta…

I don’t much notice that smell anymore, although the smell of the trash bins (so disgusting) and the neighbors cooking (yummy garlic and shallots sautéed in oil) always get my attention.  Also, burning plastic is an all-to-familiar scent that often wafts through our living room.

One year ago I had butterflies in my stomach thinking about what our little house would be like and how we would manage without our crate of belongings from the States…

Now I love our friendly house and feel at home here.  It’s been a long road to get to that point through an unwanted guest in our toilet, sewage woes, and the renovation of the rat dungeon AKA our storage area/garage, but now I feel really good about our house.  Although we did have a snake in our storage area last week…but it wasn’t big or poisonous, and it was actually dead since it very intelligently slithered into the fan on the floor and got chopped almost in half, so I’m choosing not to be scared!  And yes, we made it just fine through not having our crate  from the States for a month or so when we got here.  Now that I've mostly run out of the supplies of special American food I packed (just finished my last jar of Jif peanut butter, sniff, sniff) I have learned how to work with the food we have here.  My cooking skills have improved and my ingenuity has increased-necessity is indeed the mother of invention!  Anyway, I digress...yes, our house is a home now...I even put up fall decorations today, although I’m not holding my breath on the arrival of any crisp fall weather!

One year ago I knew how to greet people in Indonesian and introduce myself, but that was about it…

Now I am almost done with formal language study and can carry on a conversation reasonably well as long as the other person talks fairly slowly and doesn’t mind repeating herself pretty often.  I can read basic articles in Indonesian and write basic notes…I still struggle to decipher the shorthand in text messages from Indonesians though-I don’t know if I’ll ever get that down!

One year ago I had hardly ever ridden a motorcycle by myself…

Now I ride my Scoopy motor scooter all over town to get things done and visit people and I love it!  Motorcycles are so much more fun than cars, and I never get motion sickness on them, it’s great!  When we are ready to leave Indonesia one of the things I will miss most is riding my little scooter.

One year ago I would never have had conversations with others about the functions or malfunctions of my or their or their kids’ digestive tracts…

Yeah, I pretty much discourse on this topic on at least a weekly basis with someone.  Oh the joys of life in the third world!

One year ago I thought I would never get used to not drinking water out of the tap…

Now I don’t even think about it.  I think it will be really hard to be comfortable drinking water from the tap again when we are back in the States since I’ve conditioned myself not to.

One year ago I was horrified by the little black ants that are absolutely everywhere whenever I start cooking and constantly stopped my food prep to kill them…

Now I ignore them, mostly flicking them off whatever I need to cook…there are much more scary bugs to worry about, like huge spiders or creepy millipedes or big red fire ants…I just can’t worry about those little ants anymore!

One year ago I despised being hot and sweaty within 1 hour of waking up and feeling gross and sticky all the time…

Yup, I still don’t like that-some days I want to do my hair and make-up and have it actually stay pretty for more than 5 minutes.  I just want to feel cute every once in while gosh darn it!  And the constant sweat that forms on my upper lip, is that really necessary?  It’s like I’ve run a marathon, but really all I did was cook dinner.  I’m trying to embrace the benefits of humidity on my skin…maybe less wrinkles later because of the constant hydration?  Let’s hope so!

One year ago I wasn’t sure if I would make it through my first year in Indonesia…

And I have, and it was hard, but I did it with lots of help from God and those that love me both here and in America.  I am excited (and a little scared, but I’m going to try to focus on the excitement) about what the next year will bring.  It’s sure to continue to be a journey that provides lots of stories to tell!

My Fall Table

More Autumn Decor ( I get excited about decorating for seasons even though we don't have them here!)

Me after 1 year in Indonesia-shiny skin and all...living here has reinforced the importance of being real with people, so this is the real, everyday me in Indonesia

Bali

Yes, yes, I know it was actually over a month ago, but let’s talk about Bali.

Where to start…

Well, at the beginning of the trip I suppose!

It’s hot and stuffy, the line of people is inching along, the guy behind me insists on not only standing with his bag pressed against my back, but also continually coughing into my hair.  The clock reads 5:45am, and there’s a pile of roosters in vented cardboard boxes on my left, crowing in confusion.

The boxes with holes in them had roosters inside, the rest were luggage for a large family

Welcome to the Tarakan airport terminal!

Air travel is always an adventure in Indonesia for various reasons.  Cardboard boxes are often used in place of suitcases, making check-in quite interesting at times.  The lack of respect for the Western idea of waiting in an organized line continually reminds me that I’m in a truly different culture and that patience is a virtue that I must continue to strive for!  And the bathrooms in the airport terminals…let’s just say the cleanest bathroom you are going to find during your air travel experience is on the airplane.  It’s not all bad though-the flights are usually short, which I love, and it’s fun to look down and see the terrain and the many different islands below. 

As the crow flies, it would take about 2 hours to get to Bali from Tarakan, but unfortunately there aren’t direct flights, so we took off early on Saturday morning and flew from Tarakan to a city in the interior of Borneo called Balikpapan (where we had our team conference earlier this year), a 50 minute flight, from Balikpapan to Surabaya, a city on the island of Java, an hour flight, and boarded a smaller plane to fly from Surabaya to Bali, another hour flight.  As we traveled closer to Bali, my happiness increased with the sight of some familiar friends…

Oh Peanut M&Ms, how I love you!

Delicious Starbucks!

Chris relaxing at the Dunkin' Donuts in the Balikpapan Terminal

We arrived in Bali around 1:00pm, and it was beautiful, sunny and breezy.  Right away I noticed it wasn’t as humid as Tarakan, the wind from the ocean made the temperature perfect.

I think Chris was as excited about this plane as he was that we had arrived in Bali!

We got some lunch at the airport and Chris found a cab to drive us the hour to our hotel in Ubud, which is in the interior of Bali.  If you have read the book or watched the movie “Eat, Pray, Love”, Ubud is the area Elizabeth Gilbert stayed in while she was in Bali.  Our hotel was small and friendly with beautiful landscaping and a pretty pool.

Chris chilling on the bed in our room in Ubud

Walking out the doorway of our room in Ubud.  In Tarakan, because of the religious climate, I can't wear shorts or anything sleeveless, but in Bali I don't have to adhere to that-I don't think I wore something with sleeves the whole time we were there!

Bali is one of the few islands in Indonesia where Islam is not the dominant religion.  On Bali, the majority of Indonesians are Hindu, so there were Hindu gods and temples all over the place, and several times a day gifts for the gods were placed on the sidewalk in front of stores and homes.  The gifts usually included incense, flowers, small bits of fruit, rice, and crackers.  We arrived on the last day of the holy Hindu holiday called Kuningan-so many of the Balinese people were dressed in traditional attire-sarongs for men and women and kabaya for women.  I snuck a quick picture of some of the men in their traditional outfits from the café where we ate a yummy light dinner of sandwiches…something we can’t typically get at restaurants in Tarakan.

Balinese men in traditional garb

The next day it was raining, so we slept in and then headed out to find somewhere to get massages.  Bali is known for it’s wonderful and affordable spas.  We quickly found a woman who offered massages in the back portion of her clothing shop.  We settled down on massage tables next to each other and enjoyed relaxing hour-long massages-a wonderful way to begin vacation!

Flowers outside the store/spa where we received our massages

Our time in Ubud was spent relaxing, exploring, and shopping-there was lots of cute shops with all sorts of fun goodies to look at and to buy.  In Tarakan there just aren’t places to enjoy looking at pretty things, so I was soaking it in in Ubud.  There’s also a monkey forest with cute, but rather aggressive monkeys-they are used to tourists feeding them and they were literally climbing on people looking for food.  Luckily they stayed away from me-I only enjoy monkeys from afar!

Do you see the baby?

In the monkey forest 

We also discovered some other animal friends-like this little guy in the garden by our hotel room…

The other thing, probably the most important thing we did in Ubud was eat and eat and EAT!  There are so many delicious restaurants with all varieties of food even pork and ribs and bacon…things we simply can’t get in Tarakan.  Here’s a sampling of the yummy meals we had…

Delicious ribs

Super-yummy salad with prosciutto, olives, fresh mozzarella, grilled zucchini-mmmmm!

Fried banana cream rolls

Tall chocolate cake (okay, this wasn't so good-Indonesian desserts just aren't sweet enough for me, they always look impressive but they don't quite deliver)

Chris at the place we had AWESOME beef shish kabobs

We were pretty much excited for every meal!  We had Mexican and the best beef shish kabob I've ever eaten and deli sandwiches and pizza...it was great!  Although the food in Tarakan isn’t bad at all, there just isn’t much variety, especially not Western food, so eating out in places with variety is a big deal for us!  One of the neatest experiences we had was going to a dinner with a traditional Balinese dance performance.  The food was excellent, the best duck I have ever had, and the dancing was really interesting.  We were able to get pictures with the dancers following the performance.

The kids at our feet were dressed as mischievous monkeys-I could tell they were loving playing the part!

We rented a motorcycle and drove out of town and into the countryside where we saw many rice paddies and experienced the coolness of a higher altitude.  We also passed several fancy looking resorts, and we couldn’t resist going in and looking at the Four Seasons (click on the name for a link to the website for it).  It was one of the most amazing hotels I have ever seen!

Midway through the week we checked out of our hotel in Ubud and traveled to Sanur, a town right on the beach of the Java Sea.  Our hotel on the beach was very nice with the option to lie on the beach or by the pool.  The hotel grounds were beautifully landscaped-it was nice to walk around and look at the plants and flowers.

The entrance to the hotel "lobby" - everything was outside!

Hotel Grounds

Lily pool

Looking into our room

Orchids

The Pool

The Beach - with floating lounge islands (as long as the tide was high)!

I spent lots of time on the beach and by the pool soaking up the sun and reading.  Chris joined me sometimes, but he and the sun don’t get along too well, so he often watched TV or read in the room or in the shade.  The hotel was so nice that we really could have spent all our time there, but we walked up and down the main street in Sanur, which was filled with many friendly hawkers and lined with tourist shops.  We also rented a motorcycle and went into the very busy cities of Kuta and Denpasar-they both have all sorts of shopping, restaurants, and nightlife.  The past terrorist activity in Bali has happened in those congested areas-although nothing of that nature has happened for quite some time as far as I know. We looked around several malls in the cities, hit the Ace Hardware, a store that doesn’t thrill me in the States, but here it’s one of the only places to get good quality home goods and we don’t have one in Tarakan.  Our most exciting purchase was…wait for it…a toilet seat!!!  Since we moved in to our house in Tarakan we have had this awful toilet seat that falls off or slides to the side pretty much every time we use it.  I have nearly ended up in the toilet many times-it was awful.  Now, thankfully we have a sturdy, working toilet seat.  I think we should have gotten shirts made that said, “I went to Bali and All I Got was this Toilet Seat”!  We also went to a couple what I call “real” grocery stores, “real” meaning they are big, have everything I’m looking for, and stock more than 5 of each desired item (our grocery stores in Tarakan don’t fit any of those criteria).

This half of the vacation was about eating too-but not fine dining!  Think Burger King, A&W, Domino’s Pizza, Starbucks, and Coldstone Creamery-some of those yummy places we miss from the U.S.  We also got some good Indian and Italian food-everything tasted delicious.

Chris loving his Whopper with cheese

Chris found a friend!

Our last night in Bali - we had Indian food, yum!  Apparently our server was excited about getting in the picture too!

We also drove over to the Indian Ocean side of the island and watched the sunset over the water.  It was a gorgeous night to walk on the beach.  If we come back to Bali I would definitely stay on the ocean side-the waves are bigger and the beach is more beautiful.

Too soon Sunday came and it was time to head to the airport and make our way back to Tarakan.  I tried to convince Chris to let me live in Bali assuring him he could visit me every weekend, but, alas, he wasn’t quite on board with that.  Our trip home was uneventful with the one highlight being as we were riding in a shuttle on the tarmac to our plane in Bali, we passed an official United States government jet-not Air Force One, but it looked like a smaller version of it.  All the Indonesian people on the shuttle were taking pictures of it with their phones and everyone was staring at us, the only white people on the shuttle.  I was so tempted to be like “Yeah, just drop up off here, this is our ride.”  We found out later that Hilary Clinton was in Bali for the weekend to attend some sort of International Summit.

We arrived home on Sunday evening, tired, relaxed and happy.  Bali was a wonderful break from everyday life, and I hope we are able to get back there again!  If you have the chance to go to Bali, I highly recommend it.  I can see why people go there and decide to make it their home-something about it is so alluring, relaxing, satisfying…I can’t describe it, you are just going to have to visit there someday!

Like I said in a past post, there are lots of hard things about serving overseas, but being able to get away for a week to an island paradise like Bali is not on that list of difficult things! It seems like so often in life when we extend ourselves and put ourselves out there to be used by God, he gives us blessings we never would have experienced if we didn’t.  If we didn't come to Indonesia with MAF, we probably never would have gone to Bali, and even if we did visit Bali, I don’t know if I would have enjoyed it as much because if I were coming from the west I would be used to a huge variety of food and shopping.  In our situation now, everything is a gift, a special treat…the little things mean so much more.

Hope you enjoyed a snippet of our trip to Bali!  We were busy last week celebrating the end of Ramadan with our Muslim friends.  I have commentary (if you’re a Facebook friend, you’ve already heard some of it) and a picture or two to share very soon.  Thanks for reliving Bali with me!

Tired

Chris and Sadie, the dog we were watching for a few days, enjoying the cool tile floor after a long, hot, busy day

This picture says it all-lately we have just been tired...exhausted really!  I don't know if it's the heat or the waking up at 3:00am and then again at 4:30am with the Mosques or welcoming and taking care of guests and new team members...maybe it's a combination of all those things, but man, we are feeling wiped out!  

Really, I think our MAF team in general is feeling a bit worse for the wear right now with everything going on.  These hectic seasons come and go, and everything will smooth out soon enough, but if you think of it we would appreciate prayers for endurance, patience, and grace as we work together through this busy time.

Thanks for reading and for your prayers!  

Last Month Until Now

After an extended vacation from blogging following an actual vacation that wasn’t nearly extended enough, I’m back and it’s August, already!!!  What’s happened since I last wrote, well, a lot and not much all at the same time…things that are a big deal to me here don’t usually seem all that important when I write them down, but here goes a brief list of events…

• The new house helper that I was getting used to and liking requested a pay raise that was over double what we agreed upon when she started working.  This happened at the end of June, probably later in the afternoon on the day of my last post.  Since we were already paying our helper higher than the average wage of a helper, Chris nicely explained to her that we weren’t willing to increase her salary, especially not to almost triple of what we agreed upon.  She said she could make more selling homemade cakes and cookies to local stores, and she would not continue to work for us, so, no more house helper.  The house helper of one of my good friends agreed to go to the market for us and wash our produce and meat, so we are paying her to do that and I am doing the housework myself.  I must admit I am much more happy and relaxed without a house helper-I never felt comfortable having someone else in the house working, no matter how much I tried to be okay with it.   Predictably, our helper called back about a month later saying the whole selling cakes things didn’t work out and she wanted her job back.  We politely declined since things seem to be working out well without an in-house helper.

• My first 4^th of July in Indonesia!  We had a BBQ with all the MAF families, set off fireworks, and hung out outside.  It actually felt, well, authentic!  It’s the only major U.S. holiday that the weather is “right” for in Indonesia.  The smell of the charcoal & meat on the grill, kids running and playing, watching fireworks, and slapping mosquitos, it all felt right…until the call to prayer began from the local Mosques, then it was a bit difficult to keep the authentic Independence Day feeling!  All in all, it was a fun celebration.

• On July 5^th we said a sad “good-bye” to the program manager and his family who have served in Tarakan for about 10 years.  They went back to the States for furlough and then they will join an MAF program in Sentani, which is in Papua, Indonesia, that has schooling available for their children, especially their 13-year-old son who is at an age where they want him to have some peers to interact with.  We miss them very much!  I didn’t realize all they quietly did for our team and in the community until they were gone-isn’t that always the way it works?!

•  We said “hello” to a new program manager and his family and they have been getting settled and used to life here in Tarakan.  They actually lived in Tarakan for a year when they first started with MAF, but they were moved down to our other base on the island of Kalimantan (Borneo) called Palangkaraya for the next few years.  All that to say, they are familiar with life on Tarakan and already have some Indonesian friends here, which maybe makes this transition a bit easier for them.

• Chris and I took an absolutely WONDERFUL vacation to Bali from July 16^th through July 24^th.  There are many things that make living here difficult, however, living a few short flights away from one of the most beautiful, peaceful island paradises in the world is NOT one of them!  More on our trip in a later post.

• As a mentioned in a previous email, I am taking my turn as the Hospitality Coordinator for our program from July through September, and that is part of why I haven’t been present on my blog or Facebook.  Honestly, I have spent so much time in the past month on the computer writing and answering hospitality-related emails that I haven’t been motivated to spend extra time composing blog posts.  Right now is probably the busiest time hospitality-wise that we will have during my 3 months as coordinator.  We have a Vision Team of 4 college students who are here for 2 weeks to get a taste of life overseas as a jungle pilot.  Each student must be hosted in someone’s home for the 2 weeks, and each night the students go to a different MAF families’ home for dinner-so all that had to be coordinated.  We also have a new MAF family arriving this Friday, so we put together a welcome dinner for them and provide meals for the week after they arrive so they have a chance to get settled, and that also has to be coordinated.  Plus there are different meetings and odds and ends to take care of-it all adds up to lots of emails and phone calls!  Doing this job has brought home to me what a people-pleaser I am.  I like to get input from everyone and come up with a plan which most people are happy with, but with 11, soon to be 12, families, that just isn’t possible, so I have to make decisions myself that effect everyone and I’m sure not everyone is happy with them, or me, and that’s hard for me!   Everyone has been very flexible and understanding though, which is a blessing!

• The Muslim Holy month of Ramadan began on August 1 and will last until August 29^th (I think).  It’s a holiday that is determined by the lunar calendar, so it lasts from new moon to new moon.  For those of you that aren’t familiar with Ramadan, it’s one of the most important times of the year for people of the Muslim faith.  During the day Muslim people that are healthy and able observe a fast from all food and drink.  Before sun up and after sun down they are allowed to break their fast.  At the end of the month of fasting is Idul Fitri, several days of getting together with friends and family in celebration. Ramadan affects our life here in several ways.  First, since people are able to eat before the sun comes up, the Mosques call over loudspeakers to wake people up to begin cooking and eating at 3:00am, and people walk through the streets banging drums and calling for people to wake up as well, which wakes us up too.  Then there are the usual calls to prayer at approximately 4:30am, 12:00pm, 3:30pm, 6:00pm and 7:00pm, but the last one, instead of ending around 7:30pm like it does during typical months, sometimes goes until 9:00 or 10:00pm during the month of Ramadan.   Also, many businesses are closed during the day because people aren’t eating, so they aren’t working either, and we have to be careful not to eat or drink during the day in public, because that is, understandably, considered rude.  Lastly, food tends to run short during this month because people are cooking and eating so much in the mornings and evenings-pretty ironic, huh?!  We have been slowly stocking up on essentials, because by the time it’s Idul Fitri I’m told the grocery stores are pretty bare.  It’s interesting to experience this Holy month for the first time.  It makes me realize how much Ramadan isn’t a part of my life in America, even though in so much of the world it is of great impact and importance. 

• Chris and I are having fun dog sitting for our friends’ schnauzer, Sadie, for part of this week.  She is a sweet, very good dog and I enjoy having a buddy during the day.  She is sleeping at my feet as I write this email.

I think that pretty much covers all the major things that have happened or are happening.  I hope the summer has been treating all of you well!  I’ll leave you with one picture from our trip to Bali to entice you to read my Bali post coming up very soon!

The sawah, which means rice paddy, that one of the restaurants we went to looked out on.  It was so peaceful and beautiful, a perfect place for an afternoon rest and snack!