jepara

i went to the beach for vacation.
it was glorious.

i went to indonesian church for the first time.
i sang every song.
in indonesian and javanese.
i forgot that hati also means heart.
i wondered why we kept singing about our livers.
i seem to have a habit of becoming a part of the post-church receiving line.
i shook 200 hands.

i ate lunch with an indonesian family.
there were a lot of them.
and only a little food.
but they kept giving me more.

by 9 o'clock on sunday morning, i had already....
driven 2.5 hours
seen the sun rise
been to church
gone grocery shopping (3 times)
eaten lunch
gone silver shopping
seen a giant turtle at the coast
visited a sick man

conversation between me and a 4 year old in the pool:
bethanie: you're on my team!
me: what kind of a team? because if we're drug smuggling, i don't think i want to be involved in that.
bethanie: *stares at me blankly with her mouth drooping open*
me: *chuckles to self*
bethanie: oh! well. my drum doesn't muggle, so it's ok. you're on my team.

i played pool twice this weekend.
my game has not improved.
balls hit the floor.

i went for a long walk down the beach by myself yesterday morning.
i found a little sandal washed up on shore.
i started having so many thailand flashbacks.
i realized that i still haven't processed everything.
i never told anyone all that happened.
i still haven't cried for the things i saw there.

idul fitri started yesterday evening.
fireworks, rockets, and bombs were going off all night long.
as i fell asleep, i imagined that i was in London, circa 1943.
the walls of my house were shaking.
and i was heartsick for my lost neighbors.

charles and marie predicted that i will get married here.
they predicted the same thing about rio when she moved here.
her wedding is next week.

i can't figure out if today is tuesday or wednesday.
vacations have a way of doing that to you.