March 7th, 2013
Thirty-five years ago, in a land far, far away, a baby was born…in fact, many babies were born; I was one of them. This morning began like any other, which is to say, uneventful. I woke up, stared at the net that lay over my bed and did a little reflecting on my year past. Here’s what I came up with…it’s been an odd year!
I didn’t bother to tell anyone about it being my birthday, but on the way back from buying lunch at a nearby warung (food stall) this morning, two motorbikes trailed behind me, beeping their horns all the while. I was annoyed until I turned around and saw that it was four teachers from school. They decided to make a surprise visit, and a surprise it was! I was so certain no one knew it was my birthday that I assumed there visit was just a bizarre coincidence, which probably says more about my dull state than anything. I was wrong however. They came to the house with this lovely cake in tow, which I fully intend to finish after dinner tonite. It was an extremely nice gesture that I will not soon forget. Never in my wildest delusions did I think I’d be spending this birthday, or any other for that matter, in an Indonesian desa (village), but here we are.