Heart of Asia

With only a week and a half left in Asia, I’m feeling a bit reflective. My emotions are a mix of..

Boredom. It’s finals week and I’m not teaching, rather just staring at students sitting exams, which is mind numbing.
Sensitivity. Students are showering me with gifts, conversations in the staff room are awkward. I have no idea how to respond to week-early goodbyes.
Excitement. It’s snowing in Portland and Seth sends me a picture of my boots and I can hardly contain my excitement to be home enjoying the season with family. My whole family. Together.
Worry. Repatriation won’t be easy. And like I mentioned earlier, we’ll be jumping feet first into the holiday season. This is coming from 2 years of living in an Islamic third world country and we are going to be shocked. I know it.

This video made me smile. I like to reflect on how much we’ve seen and experienced here. But I also want to recognize how much more there is. In Indonesia. In Asia. In the world.

But I’ll leave that for later.

I’m ready to go home.

If you don’t build your dream, someone will hire you to help build theirs.

“If you don’t build your dream, someone will hire you to help build theirs.”  -Tony Gaskins

Some fantastic, thought-provoking spoken word videos from Suli Breaks. Looking forward to opening my ESL classes with these. The timing is great, as we are in the midst of International Cambridge Exams. But let’s just hope I don’t start a revolution…

Call to Prayer

This is a short video I took off the balcony of our new house Saturday night during the call to prayer (or Azan). You can see what the typical weather is like here in the afternoons; hot, overcast, and sometimes the clouds look so heavy and swollen, I want to prick them with a needle and let the rain fall already.

The mosque is a short walk from our house and the kampung down our street, so we often have large groups of people walking back and forth to pray. Ellie loves to wave hello and point out the beautiful dresses and skirts the girls wear. The evenings are the busiest because it means it’s time to break the fast, or celebrate the end of another day of fasting by eating a huge dinner with family and friends. Most evenings include fireworks, which pop across the sky. Ellie and I have been able to catch a few shows on the balcony already.

You can barely hear the call to prayer in my video, but for a clearer version, check out this video. When I heard it for the first time in Cyprus, I found it haunting and mesmerizing. But now I’m beginning to become familiar with and used to the call to prayer every day and night.


Check out the neighborhood in the video. Interesting architecture, huh?