We spent the day before Idul Fitri (the Muslim equivalent to our Christmas Eve) moving our stuff back and forth. Not an easy task. The temp apartment was on the 27th floor. Elevator rides are one part of our temp housing that I will not miss. My husband navigated the roads between the two places. Thank goodness the roads were mostly empty because of the holiday. Our car is right hand drive and we have to drive on the left side of the road. He did great...and I didn't scream even once.
By evening we were tired and hungry. I was not up to cooking and cleaning up after a meal. So we got back in the car and drove around trying to find a restaurant that was open. We drove by this KFC.
But we opted for a more Indonesian restaurant - it was Idul Fitri, afterall. We found a restaurant that serves a mix of Indonesian and western food. The kids ordered mashed potatoes and you'd have thought they were eating ice cream sundaes. I opted for gado gado - a delicious Indonesian salad served with a spicy peanut sauce.
By the time we got back to our house, it was dark. Some of the neighborhood families had gathered as one family shot off fireworks. These weren't the wimpy kind you can get in Virignia. These were the real thing! Huge booms.
We watched as the sky lit up with color. And once again, CJ thought they were just for us.
I love reading about your adventures. They sound a lot like mine. Moving to a foreign country is such an amazing experience. The good, the bad and the ugly.
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