The Things I Love...
It's been way too long since I've updated this blog of mine. I will briefly give you an update and then I have something on my mind to write about!
Things are going well. Thanks again for all of your ongoing support, and encouragements. Sorry I don't always thank you all personally, but know how I much I appreciate you!
Though things were up in the air for a while, as the church offered me a very generous package and the chance to stay here an extra, through much prayer, and thinking I have decided to return home to atleast finish this leg of my education. The youth group is doing well. Flooding here has died down, there is still damage, but majority is over.
Some of you know, that working in an international church is at times similar to working in Canada. I work with english speaking, fairly well off teens, in a nice facility, and I live in a beautiful home, and most times eat familiar food. Often I'm disappointed that I'm not more engaged in the culture and way of life here. So I was thinking the other day as I looked out the window of my taksi cab, and I realised that though I'm separate lots of times, I sure am in another culture, and whether I recognize it or not, I'm sure I've realized lots about it. So I decided to write down here some things that I love about Indonesia:
#1. I love the driving. For the first month here I got carsick even if it were a fifteen minute trip. BUt now I'm quite fond of crazy swerving and near-death experiences. You see people on motorbikes transporting actually hilarious amounts of crap. It's awesome. It does scare me though that ladies will just calmly sit sideways on the back of a swerving motorbike with a new born baby in hand...
#2. I love the call to prayer. Whenever the Islamic publicly blasted prayer comes on, I immediately announce that "my favourite song is on! And I haven't heard this in forever!" Then I start dancing. I think it's funny.
#3. I love that some Indonesians often have one really, extremely long fingernail. This is to show that they are "upper class" because they don't work a labour job. I'm talking like, two inches. They often use it to pick their noses. I don't blame them.. it's a convenient size!
#4. I do NOT like that my taksi drivers will openly fart, burp, crack their necks or knuckles repeatedly in my presence and not think it's rude... anyways that was a negative thing, back to the positives!
#5. I love the contrasts in this city. I love that I can be looking at a fantastic structure of a public mall... and for a minute you think you're in Canada... then all of a sudden you realize there are goats chewing on the side of the signs. There are random goats EVERYWHERE> I STILL don't understand where they come from...
#6. I love how random Indonesian men sell things to people in cars in gridlock traffic. I'm not talking water bottles or snacks. They actually sell the most random things I've ever seen in my life... some examples: Little toys that do flips, full-colour atlas, playboys, blow up globes, A really popular one are these little garbage bins that a REALLY cheap plastic and thrown together. They have pictures of winnie the pooh, barbie, and strawberry shortcake. I bought a strawberry shortcake one. Again... I thought it was funny. Those are just SOME of the many random random things that they sell.
#7. All the guys think you're beautiful just because you're white. You get asked to marry them and their love for you is professed on a regular basis.
#8. I loooove that it rains. And often.
#9. I love that the people (for the most part) are so friendly. They either love you or hate you. They either stare at you because they are slightly in awe of your whiteness, or they glare at you because they think you're a rich, inconsiderate white person. I love that they are either constantly complimenting me on my retardedly small amount of language, or they just full out mock me and laugh at me in their own language. They either apologise profusely and barely look at you when you bump into each other in the mall, or they push harder than they have to and then they don't apologize even if it was their fault.
#10. I like the little warung shops. Though it's annoying to hear their bells at absurd hours of the morning (though I barely notice anymore) it's really fun to always be surrounded by little random shops that sell bad coffee. MY favourite restaurant is called "Abouba" and it's the BEST steak ever in this little outdoor restaurant where you sit on wood stools. Whole meal costs under $5. I'm talking GOOD steak.
#11. I love/hate that the big nice SUV's and motorbikes share the road with little Indonesian men carrying whole shops over their shoulder on a big stick. THey walk like, one kilometer an hour; and no-one cares! That's just always the way it's been. In Canada they would be sued or run over.
#12. I love that music is so important in this country. You can go to pretty much go to any major mall on a weekend night, and there will be a live band. And a GOOD one. Better than most I've ever heard in Canada. And often Jazz. In Dan's words.. "errrm"!
Anyways that's a few to digest. I'll post more later!
Love you all!
Sarah

