House

Thanks to our wonderful hosts, we found a house, or rather they found it for us.  It will not be ready until we get back from Jakarta and the Muslim holiday of Idul Fitri (end of Ramadan) where everything stops, as it does in the U.S. for Christmas.  But riding around in the van with the team meant laughing often.  I am glad they even laugh at my little jokes.  The Indonesians seem unpretentious, just themselves with nothing to prove.  They are a happier people than those of East Europe who had had the trauma of the war (1992-95) and so much else before that.