I eat french fries like a sir… and other random thoughts

Close buttons in Indonesian elevators actually work.

I’m starting to feel very comforted by the call to prayer. Even if it wakes me up at 4:30am. At least I know it is 4:30am.

I miss real cheese.

I miss the PIBBI kids. A lot.

I wish the wifi would always work here.

I wish Bu Lanni wouldn’t have to serve her husband even when she is sick. It’d be nice if he got off his butt and got his own rice.

I really should take Emma out to dinner for all she has done for me.

My Indonesian is MUCH better. Still not where it should be, but MUCH better.

I’m cold. In Indonesia. I’m cold.

I get to see another wayang tonight! Huzzah!