I am starting to feel more comfortable here in my home. I strategize everyday how to eat a little less of the amazing food (I am overfull), sneak in a yoga practice, and explore more. I have been practicing yoga on our second story balcony in the early morning. It has an amazing view. I wonder what my host family will think if they see me out there in a headstand hanging out with the drying towels. They already think I’m so strange. I ate the avocado they gave me in my cute little lunch bag in my rice at school. My neighbor saw me and told my host family. They laughed and laughed. Avocado here is eaten like a fruit. I should explain guacamole. They would get a good laugh.
I am becoming a little more competent in the language. I can at least communicate some basic things, but it is still hilarious and frustrating.
The more I explore the more I am amazed. The beauty here is astounding. People are growing vegetables and roses everywhere! Everything is in bloom. People harvest and carry huge loads on their motorbikes. I have fresh vegetables and fruit from town every meal, rice, and fried everything. My favorite dish so far is a local spicy peanut sauce dish called pecel. My host mom cooks well and all the time! Sooooo full…
The community is really looking out for us. They worry constantly when we go explore. Hati hati, be careful, literally heart heart, they say constantly. The culture is very family oriented. It is a beautiful thing, but it can be challenging for an independent girl like me.
During language class and training, the village children like to come walk into class and join us. It must be terribly boring, but they will sit and watch attentively for hours. If they can’t come in, they will hang in the open windows. One little girl must have been around three. She sat and watched for the whole hour and a half session! I was amazed.
Today, we included the boys in our lesson by interviewing them in Bahasa Indonesia. They are all adorable. On the breaks, we play badminton (really popular here??!!) with them in street. Other kids watch and crack their whips. Why do the boys all have whips? I may never know.
I love how the children are allowed to just roam around as they please. They play in the streets, run in the fields, and follow us around. It is really refreshing to see children so spontaneous and free to explore.