1. I can buy crustless bread. It costs a couple extra cents at the local bakery, but who cares? Why don’t bakeries in America do this?
2. Rainy days are like snow days. No one here likes to go out on a rainy day. Plans get cancelled. Streets empty. There’s nothing I like more than enjoy a cozy day, listening to it rain on my tin roof while life stops until the sun shines again.
3. Those bright yellow flowers I don’t know the name of bloom all year long. I would never pride myself to have a green thumb. So, you’ve gotta love the all-year summer in which my plants just keep on blooming.
4. No question is a dumb question. I love asking questions. And while it would seem to other Americans like I’m asking dumb questions, the answers are never what I think they will be. Recently, I asked a friend why Indonesians believe a newborn baby’s head should be covered (I assume it’s so they don’t get cold, but I’m wrong.) She said she believe soft spot in the head is a place where the Entering of Wind can occur. This Entering of Wind is considered a legitimate sickness with the symptom of stomachache. The hands and the feet are also covered so that wind doesn’t enter them either. (I had erroneously assumed that babies wear mittens here to keep them from scratching their face with their fingernails—wrong again.) I love this element of surprise.
5. Everyone is family. Indonesians I don’t even know refer to my children as their younger siblings. Many of my friends or friends’ mothers refer to me as their sister or as their adopted daughter. Indonesians are quick to invite you into their family, which I love.