|Shooting pictures on walks in the hills|
|Bird sellers along the sidewalks|
- The guava tree beside the porch; clumps of "houseplants" outside; palm trees; birds of paradise plants so prolific they are chopped to the ground every few months. An amaryllis hedge anyone?
- The smiles that instantly appear when we greet people.
- Shining a flashlight at night before my feet touch the floor. Is there a roach by my shoes?
- Food that is fried. Rice. Potatoes. Vegetables. Tofu. Meat. Dessert.
- Only cold water faucets in the kitchen and bathroom. We boil water for dishes and mix boiled water with cold in a splash bowl when shower heaters aren't working.
|A view of the city from the hills above|
- Sunrise and sunset at 6.
- Walks in the hills. (Walking up our Seattle driveway doesn't have the same appeal.)
- The constant chatter and subsequent explanations in languages I don't know.
- Studies and friendships that grow more precious each month.
- On and off electricity and water pressure.
- Wondering - as I'm cooking - if 10 or 60 people are showing up for dinner.
|Stunning landscapes - a volcanic lake|
- The smell of eggs from village chickens.
- Skinny chicken drumsticks (look at your thumb for an idea of size).
- Sambal (ketchup on heat and flavor steroids)
- "Selamat pagi!" (good morning) at 7am by a gardener or 8am by a house helper. zzzz
|A gardener sweeps the yard of constantly shedding leaves|
(snakes can live in unkempt areas)
- The chaos of traffic. Loose paving and litter along the roads.
- Ant trails. Everywhere. Every dish must be closed or tightly covered.
- Chocolate and chocolate chips in cookies melting on the counter. Frozen food thawing in minutes. Yup, it's hot in the house.
- Checking for snakes before sitting on the toilet or entering the shower.
|Vendors sell food and goods along the streets|
More another time. I'm getting homesick.
|C'mon over, wherever you're from! (Movie night)|
*But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ. Philippians 3:20 NIV
*Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.
Dear friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul. Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us. 1 Peter 2:10-12 NIV
|The foot-long blooms of this tree |
seem to glow in the dark