I was more then welcome to stay as long as I wanted with ahmi and ahpi, my Indonesian parents. Their kindness and generosity made me feel so comfortable from the instant I entered their home. I had my own room and sleep worthy bed which led to a smile on my face every morning after a peaceful night. I was barely awake for a minute and coffee and fried bananas sat in front of me. I was fed fantastic vegetarian meals three times a day, aumi insisted in doing my laundry, and I read by the pond in the yard until my heart was content. This whole week my heart was content.
To be honest I literally did nothing, aside from a few activities. One day I walked to and from the next town, Pameungpeuk. A 14km walk in the scorching heat, I decided I never wanted to do again. I attended two Indonesian weddings with great music and a ton of food including rambutin (a slightly sweet fruit) which I never want again, of course Coco ruined the experience with a sexual reference. And as soon as I showed up the band would yell for Canada to come dance, quite frankly if there's no booze I am not busting out the electric side and this town is dryer than Cody's humor. I guess I am in rehab. February 12th will mark the halfway point of my 28 day program. Suck it Dr. Phil. Lastly, we checked out some traditional Indonesian music you can really get lost in.
Cody and I cackled from sun up til sun down, reminiscing and laughing at how ridiculous we are. At one point I looked at him and said "this just might be the stupidest thing I've ever done", that was only followed by "me too!" we still never skip a beat. All day we talk, read, eat and laugh and at night we curl up on the floor and watch tella novella's (soap opera's) with ahmi. Everyone is asleep by ten and I couldn't be more relieved that my world is slowing down to a snail like pace and just as simple.
Fun Fact: Everywhere you go you hear "hello miiiister!" if you are a boy or girl, no matter. I honestly prefer it to ma'am.
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