CatPoopChino (or Cappuccino?)

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I apologize to anyone on here offended by this statement, I would usually keep my political views to myself, but I am just happy at this moment that I cannot help myself.

Up until now, we have been entirely in the dark in regards to news out of the US.  In fact, our driver here has told us about things he has seen on tv occasionally and we have not had any idea about it.

When I got an email tonight from my brother about the Supreme Court Decision yesterday, I was brought to tears of joy (no pun intended).  To know that everyone can exercise their civil right to love whom they choose, and express that legally and spiritually with a marriage is monumental.

I knew this day would come in my lifetime, or at least my son's, but I have to say that I didn't know it would be soon, and I couldn't be more overjoyed.

I am extremely proud of my country today.
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So, I guess that it has been a whole week now since I wrote!  We didn't really have a whole lot going on during the week, so I didn't have much to say.

Last Monday, Mat and I started working again, and so between that, and suffering through a daily massage, we haven't had a lot of time to play around with silly things like blogs!  :)

Did I mention that after we found Yanti, the new masseuse down the way, we decided to budget in a massage every day!  My logic was that if I just worked an extra hour a day, we could afford another massage each day!  Sounds reasonable, right?  The flaw in that logic is that she booked us at 3-5 in the afternoon, and when you add the half-hour walk down, even if we stagger our walks down, we suddenly have cut 2 hours out of our day.  On top of that, when we get back around 4:30 or 5:30 after having walked a mile each way and relaxed to a massage, work is not exactly the first thing that comes to mind.  Now, don't get me wrong, I love my job (and I am NOT just saying that for my boss' benefit :) ), but when we get back from the walk up the hill, a nap seems awfully appealing.  And after a nap, dinner sounds good, and after dinner, well, maybe an hour or two of work, or maybe a promise to yourself that tomorrow, you will get up early and get more done before the massage...
wash, rinse, repeat...

Anyway, I finally justified to myself that I would catch up a bit on Sunday and not stress over it.

I am not sure when it was, probably last weekend, but we found a new restaurant just a quarter mile down the hill.  It is called "sugar's" and is a villa/restaurant/pool owned half by a balinese man and half by an Australian.  They have great food, great atmosphere and are as cheap, or cheaper, than our next-door restaurant.   They have a beautiful circular pool in the middle of their compound, next to the restaurant.  In the restaurant, the seating area consists of a living-room like area, with wicker couches and chairs, a library, and a tv.  There are also tables in a lower sitting area, but we haven't even considered sitting there.  They have at least 7 dogs there.  There are two very big dogs that hang out in the restaurant and pretend to not realize that you have delicious food on your plate, but once your done and you pay, you noticed that they have cleaned every spec from  your plate.  There are another 5 dogs in a shaded pen between the restaurant and the kitchen.  I am not sure why they have so many penned dogs, but they all look the same, and look kind of young, so I am guessing that they were a litter that never found a home.  We have been at Sugar's almost every night for dinner now.

So, in summary, our last week has mostly been:
Wake up
Eat breakfast outside on the porch together
Go up to room and work
Around 2:30 or 3:30, head down to Yanti's for a massage
Get massage
walk home
take nap
walk down to Sugar's for dinner
eat
walk back
maybe work a little, maybe watch tv on tablet, maybe play peggle or scrabble cubes....
sleep
repeat

Saturday, day trip
Today, we finally went back out to see more of Bali.  Adil picked us up at 9 and we first went up to the Ceking rice terraces.


These terraces are an example of Balinese rice farming.  This particular farm belongs to 5 families who work together to farm it.  It has become quite an attraction as it is quite gorgeous.  Most of the rice fields around here use various plastic bags, scarecrows, or noise makers to keep birds away.  The noise makers are neat but the plastic bags make a field look kind of like it is full of trash.  At these terraces, they didn't use the plastic bags, which made me wonder if they have more problems with birds.  However, when I realized that as a tourist attraction, they almost constantly have some people walking through the paddies, we are actually probably helping keep the birds away.

Our Driver, shelling rice

As we were leaving, Mat got suckered by a 5yr old girl selling post-cards.  She said that they were for school, and when he asked her favorite subject, she lit up and said excitedly "I like math!".  At that moment, he couldn't even consider haggling and paid double what he should for some postcards.  There had been another girl, maybe 13, following mom trying to get her to buy some, and when she saw Mat buy from the little one, she came back to mom, now in the car, and said "you not buy from me?" and pointed to Mat buying from the little girl, and mom finally gave in, but haggled her down to half the price that Mat paid the girl.

Now, before I go into the next section, a little background...
On our last day-trip with Adil, we had a quite funny, and quite long, discussion about "Luwak Coffee".  For anyone who doesn't know what this is, I know I didn't, it is a kind of coffee that is first digested by wild nocturnal cat-like animals (Luwak/Civet), and then pooped out, and then collected, cleaned, shelled, roasted, and brewed.  We had discussed this for an hour or so on our drive, making one joke after another.

So, on our way out of the area with the rice terraces, we noticed a "lowak coffee  free testing" sign and Mat said "Hey, pull over!"

We were greeted by Wayan, a nice boy working there who will hence-forth be known as the poop-master or p-master for short.

P-master walked us down some lovely steps that took us into a clearing in the woods with a display set up to show the process of the cat-poop-coffee.
He showed us one of the Luwaks and all the steps to produce the coffee.

Apparently, the coffee is considered better because it has had some of the caffeine removed do to the digestion and they also think that perhaps the Luwaks pick the better coffee berries and so the droppings have only good ones in it.  Later tonight, River asked "who came up with this?  Who said, lets go roast some cat poop?!"  I looked it up and it appears that when Dutch colonists brought coffee to Indonesia, they forbid the locals who worked the crops from picking coffee berries (the outside of coffee beans) for themselves.  So, they found a loop-hole and got their coffee from the jungle floors by searching through droppings!

When the poop-master finished telling us about the process, which actually seemed fairly sanitary, surprisingly, they offered us to try any of their teas or regular coffee for free, and get a cup of Luwak coffee for about 5 usd.  It seems the sign was a bit deceiving, but we didn't care, we were having fun.

 We got one cup to share.

They also brought us a set of 8 teas, 5 coffees, and a hot white-chocolate drink.  They also brought us plain coffee to compare with the Luwak.  We all tested everything!

In fact, River's first-ever experience included Cat-poop-chino (as the poop-master called it)!  He tried sips of each of them and thought they were all bitter, but said that the Luwak was the best, not as bitter.  He also thought that the coconut coffee was ok.  The worst was the ginger coffee, which to River and I was a mixture of ick and ouch, see below!  (Mom loved it!)

The rest of us felt like the Luwak went down a lot smoother as well.  It didn't have the bitter aspect that coffee has.

They had all kinds of herbs and spices growing and showed us each, and let us smell it all, right off of the trees/bushes.

cinnamon leaf

We had a lot of fun making jokes with Wayan and then they brought us to their shop.  Gosh-dang cat-poop-coffee is expensive!  A small jar, maybe 8-12 cups worth, was about $25!  So, I bought some lotus-oil for Aimee (our masseuse back home) instead which was priced more reasonably :)

Back in the car, we headed south again to see Tanah-Lot, a water temple.  I don't know much history of it, maybe I wasn't paying attention when we were told, but it is a beautiful temple just off the coast, where the priests have to wade to it at low tide.  There is another temple, I forgot the name, in the same complex, just a couple hundred meters away.  It was on a rock that sat in the water with a natural rock-bridge over to the land.  Even though it was much simpler, I found myself very drawn to it.

The smaller temple

Between the smaller temple and Tanah Lot.  View to the east of smaller temple.  The black stone at the edge of this rock is where we sat for pictures (below) of Tanah Lot

Again, the west of smaller temple, more inland

To the west of the smaller temple

Mat forgot that he had turned his hat around to take pictures.  When he saw these pics, he said "I wish you'd told me!" (laughing at himself)

Tanah Lot

Pretty girl at Tanah Lot :)

River, worried about falling off the cliff.

More of above...

Telling River silly secrets to make him smile for camera

A happy little family at Tanah Lot 

(Mom stayed at an overlook near the entrance because her knee was hurting)

Adil

Before leaving, we bought some shirts at a shop that had prices better than in Ubud.  Mat got several nice short-sleeve shirts (soft cotton button-up shirts of various colors with batik designs on the collars and cuffs).  I got a two-piece Batik outfit that may be more of pajamas, but are very pretty and comfortable.  We also picked up a hat and a few T-shirts.  Mat now has a shirt with Mickey-mouse in Bali on it :)  Mom got a t-shirt and a few sarongs.

After Tanah-Lot, we headed to Pererenan beach.  I had found a recommendation for it online and we found it to be a nice beach without too many people.  I just realized that I didn't get any pictures of it because I left it in the car with our clothes and phones, but you could click here to see someone else's picture if you like.

We ate some very yummy food at a warung next to the beach and then Adil, after talking to the owners of the warung, told us we had to walk down a ways to where it was not as rough, just a couple hundred meters.  He walked us most of the way and helped us cross a little creek that flowed out to the ocean to get to where we could swim.  He then went back to the warung to wait (and apparently watch us get tumbled in the water).  The water was quite rough and we all took a bit of a beating, but mom took the biggest tumbles.  There was one wave that rolled her in, then out, then back in before she could stand back up.  At one point, I looked over and Mat and her were holding both hands, trying to stay standing, and the next thing I knew, they had disappeared and then their heads were bobbing in the water.

We didn't stay too long, as we had accidentally left the sunblock in the car.  We had enough, though, as it was a lot of work to fight the waves and the under-tow.

Mat was smart enough to change for the ride back.  Mom, River, and I decided to go back in our suits with our clothes on top, which were mostly dry from our walk back to the car.  Until we sat down, we hadn't realized just how much sand had embedded itself into our suits.  The ride back was not the most pleasant ride I have ever had, but we survived.

When we got back, we tried to take turns showering, but the power kept going out, which runs the pump, so it took us about 2 hours to get completely cleaned!

Once clean, we had our daily massages, this time in our villa, which I had arranged the day before.   Yanti brought me some muscle-rub balm which she had got for me at the market the day before.  She also brought Brokop bundles which are wrapped herbs used during a certain massage (which I tried yesterday).  It was like hot stone massage, except with herbal pouches.  I had asked to buy some of each and she picked them up for me today when she went down to Denpasar (about an hour away).  She also brought me some native fruit, just as a gift.  They were called Salak and were kind of like the consistency of a potato (starchy), with a flavor between an apple and a plum.

Mom got Ketut and we had Yanti.  It was a bit awkward because while I was getting a massage from Yanti, Ketut came to the door, not knowing whether she was doing mom or us today, and I had to answer the door wrapped in a sarong with the other masseuse behind me.  (Mat was downstairs at the time).  I felt like I was being caught cheating on her, so I tried to play it cool and invite her in to meet Yanti.  It was a very awkward greeting and then Ketut went downstairs.  Oh well, Ketut is still coming here every day, mostly for mom, but also for us on days when only one of us goes down to Yanti's.

That brings us to now, where I sit at the computer as Yanti finishes massaging Mat and Ketut is dowstairs with mom and River is with me upstairs playing monopoly on the tablet.  We may go down to sugar's for a late dinner when their massages are done, not sure...

People working

"Fried Duck", our driver said smiling, pointing to the rice paddy filled with busy ducks.

A statue of Ganesh at Tanah Lot

Boys in rice paddy with cool snake-kite

Thai Massage...

Ok, so for years, I have seen movies or heard stories where someone gets a massage where the masseuse manipulates their body, lifting and bending arms and legs in ways that look humanly impossible, all with ease as if the client were a rag-doll.  This is done while the masseuse sits astride the client, like they are "king of the world".

Surprising as it may sound, considering my love for all that is massage, this image always scared me a bit.  Perhaps it is because I have had back surgery and am afraid that the bending would snap my spinal hardware like a twig... Perhaps it is that no matter how much I stretch, my hamstrings stay tighter than a violin string...  For whatever reason, Thai massage was one technique that I was curious about, but terrified of at the same time...

I may have gone my entire life without trying it, particularly since the idea of paying 60-100 for something that may be extremely painful is not usually at the top of my list, and so at other times in my life where Thai massage was an option (at top-end spas or on a cruise), I always chickened out and went with what I know.

In Bali, where all massages are between 7 and 15 USD, it is hard to justify not trying every type of massage available....

Thursday
I had insomnia the night before, which was exacerbated by the tablet game I was hooked on.  The bright lights stayed flashing when I would try to sleep...  Finally, around 6AM, I went to sleep.  This threw off my whole day and I spent most of the day in bed, reading or sleeping.  It was the first day that I asked them not to clean and I didn't even leave my room until around 7 when I went downstairs to find some food.  As far as I could tell, it was a lazy day for everyone...
I was on the verge of a migraine from my screwed up sleep, but it never did kick in until the next morning.  Mom got a massage downstairs and Mat got a massage in the room, while I read, and then we went to bed fairly early.

Friday
I woke up with a full-blown migraine, to which I responded with every pill in my arsenal, including Benedryl, Ibuprofin, and sumatriptin (the magic migraine trifecta).  Its funny, I had been using sumatriptin for a few years, with varied success, but when River started getting migraines, his dr. said to wipe them out with a wallup with these three meds together.  I tried it myself and was amazed by how well it worked, and how it works EVERY TIME.  Much better than the more expensive migraine meds I had tried over the years in order to improve the consistency of a successful remedy.

Anyway, after recovering, and having spent nearly 36 hours in bed, I felt like "doing something" and so I talked mom and Mat into a nice walk.  The only real goal was to get some change so that we had tip money for dinner and massages.  We headed down to the store, and got some water and power drinks for Mat in order to make change.  We then decided to walk another 10 min to the massage place on our road that we had been trying to find open since we got here.  We kept getting there when it was closed and so we thought we would give it another shot.  It advertised massages starting at 60k (about 4.50) per hour and we were curious if it was any good.

Mom stayed at the store while Mat and I did reconnaissance to find out if it was open.  We caught the woman, Yanti, burning incense and doing a little prayer.  She said that she would be open after she did her prayer but it was only her so she could do just one at a time.  We said we would be back soon and took her flyer and walked back to the store.  We talked with mom and decided that only two of us should go because otherwise we would be waiting forever so mom said she preferred to go back to the villa and let us go.  She called Esty for a ride and Mat and I walked back down.  He told me that I should go first since he has been taking the first massage most often.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to go first, but I didn't want to belittle his generosity, so I accepted.  I decided to try the Thai massage, figuring that it was only about 6$ and also I already had a hot stone massage scheduled for that night, at the villa, so I figured that if the thai massage was terrible, I could at least recover that evening with the calming of the hot stones...

Oh my god....

Within 15 minutes, she had bent me ways I didn't know that I would go, and it felt so, good!  Each stretch would leave me feeling more relaxed than I thought possible.  She also used a form of energy with her work, sometimes barely touching you, but clearly sending good energy into you.  Now, in general, I like the "idea" of energy work, I think it is calming and nice and all, but I have never actually felt like it was doing much for me, other than just being relaxing to have the calmness of someone who was focusing on you.  But, there was something special about this woman. I don't know if it was just the stretches, or that she was just that good, but the entire time I laid there, I just felt a buzz running through me that I can only describe as "good".  It felt like a natural high and I don't know whether it was from her use of energy, the way she manipulated us, or something else, but I have to say that we left there floating.

We walked back home, about a 40 min walk uphill, and then just relaxed until evening when I got my second massage of the day, a hot stone massage, from Ketut.  I have to say, it was pleasant and the stones were comforting, but I didn't find it that spectacular.  I am afraid that I was so spoiled by Yanti, that it just couldn't possibly live up to it.

Saturday
During each of our massages with Yanti on Friday (short for Wayan Martini), her husband, Yanta (short for Wayan Suta) had sat and talked with the other.  He had worked on a cruise ship for 6 years and spoke great english.  He told us that Yanti was going to be gone from Sat afternoon until Sunday night or Monday to go to Lombok to see their spiritual teacher.   I decided that I had to get mom down there to try her before she was gone for a couple days.  So, on Saturday morning, I texted Yanti and arranged for us to come down, and then we walked back down there.  Mom went first and after telling Yanti where she hurt, she told mom that she thought she should do a 90 min balinese massage.  Mom obliged and was not disappointed.  After hers, she called Esty for a ride and I did a 60 min one that I can't remember the name of.  It was like Li Lanur or something.  It was Yanti's signature massage, that she had designed with her own oils and everything and was what she called a combination between thai, shiatsu, and balinese.  Whatever it was, it was great.  She used a balm with her oil that was like a muscle rub which seemed to help with circulation.  She was able to stretch muscles and then get deep into them.  It was impressive and again, I left there feeling high.

I walked back to our villa, this time being the first time that I walked the hill alone and found myself saying hi and smiling at everyone.  As I walked by a food stand, I saw a woman buying something from this bowl and so I thought I would pretend to be a local, or localish, and I walked over, pointing to the bowl, and handed him a 10k, the amount the woman had paid.  He smiled and pulled out 8 or so of these little steamed packets of banana leafs wrapped around something and put them in a bag for me.

I walked back, wondering what was in them, but not wanting to look stupid by inspecting them.  It occurred to me that they may not even be food, they may be meant as offerings which made me less likely to inspect them in public...

Later, I saw an old man sitting on a stoop.  I had seen this older man there a lot of times and each time I had smiled at him.  This time I decided to go sit with him and introduce myself.  After saying my name, I realized that he didn't speak English and so we sat for a minute or two, petting a dog who had arrived when I had.  After a bit, I patted him on the shoulder and smiled and walked off.

When I got home, I inspected the bundles and found something that looked like meat in them but I couldn't be sure.  Later, I asked Made's wife and daughter, who were at the front desk, and the wife managed to say "pig", indicating that it was pork.  I said "to eat?" and she said yes, but I got a good laugh from the daughter when I tried to offer them some.  They both said no thanks and I am sure had a lot of joking to do with one another at my expense after I left.

The banana leaf wrapped pork is still sitting in my fridge.  I am still a little scared to try it, and I am afraid it is going to end up wasted...

Last night I gave Mat a massage, thinking that maybe if Mat and I learn to massage each other every couple days, we won't go through too much withdrawal when we leave here...

We had new guests show up at around 10:30 last night.  They are a group of rowdy 18/19 year old boys staying in the 3 bedroom next door.  Mom said that she heard Made running after them last night saying, "don't swim yet, 2 of you haven't paid"!  She also heard them complaining that the price of something, maybe the food or beer, was steep.

This morning, Esty came over to us and complained to mom that they had kept her here until 12 o'clock last night wanting sandwiches and beer!  And then she said when they went to clean their room, they were like "just one day!  how did they get it this bad!"

She complained that they were going to be here for 10 days more!

Sunday
Today, fathers day, Mat will get a 90 minute massage in the room.

We got up, listening to our new neighbors splashing around in the pool.  Mom wants to tell them to do their partying next door at the restaurant and I encouraged her not to make enemies with our neighbors.  10 days with animosity between neighbors is no fun...  The way I see it, they are just young boys excited about vacation.  They were only loud until about midnight last night, and they probably had no idea that they were keeping Esty from going home.  They may not be the most considerate people on earth, but they are just trying to enjoy their time here, just like us.

Oh well, I am sure it will all work out.

Back to work tomorrow.  I did a little today, just to get myself back in the habit.  Then I blogged...

Yanti won't be available for massages until Tuesday, and I can't wait.  She is about half the price of getting the massage at our house and in my mind quite a bit better, so I may use most of the rest of my massage budget with her :)

I don't have any pics for the last couple days, so I will share some neat photos I have collected on other days...

How we are greeted in our room when they change our sheets/towels.. 

Another towl creature, A swan I think

An example of statues all over the island

Our cute boys cleaning out a fish pond, because the water source has dried up since it is dry season, so they moved the fish to a different pond.  Octa is closest to us, in the middle is Gun, and the boy walking away is Sumana, the boy who was in the dance that mom and Mat attended.  You can see mom in the far background in the red shirt harassing them while they work...

Or cute bo

Elephants, bats, and chocolate, oh my...

Last I wrote, I was lounging around on Sunday night while Mat and mom went to Ubud to see the kid who works here's dance...

Sunday Night
River and I stayed in and started the movie Inception.  He regular references it, as he has heard so many things, and we decided that if he was going to reference it, he should see it.  We found it at the second-hand store and started it on Sunday night, finishing it sometime Monday.  "It mostly made sense, but kind of fell apart when it got to limbo, I think" River said after watching it.  I think he speaks for the rest of us :)

Monday
Monday was a lazy day, not much going on.  I think that Mat and I both got massages, even though we are supposed to wait 3 days between, but as you have read, we rarely have followed that guideline, which was set strictly due to good-budgeting-standards...

Tuesday
Tuesday morning, we got up "early" and ate at 8:00 and met our driver, Adil (Wayan Adil), at 9 for a full-day excursion to the East.  We didn't have a great plan for where to go, but after talking with Adil for a bit decided to see the Elephant temple, the Bat temple, the beach, and then find the chocolate factory that Mat had read about, started by a guy name Charlie, from Florida.

We first went to the Elephant temple, Goa Gajah, which was amazing.  It had been a buddhist temple and then a hindu temple and had evidence of both.

There was a tree there that was more impressive than any I have ever seen.  Please forgive all of the pictures...

It was fun seeing River in a skirt for the first time :) I would say the same about Mat, but I am afraid this isn't the first time I have seen him in a skirt!  (The skirts are Sarongs that are the temple dress code for men and women.  If you are in long-pants, a sash is acceptable).

Having Adil there to tell us about the history and answer questions was just perfect, and he was able to tell us what the signs said and what was or was not appropriate (you can climb on that, but not that).

Next, we went to the bat cave temple , which was not nearly as impressive.  In fact, I don't have any great pictures as the main focal point was a cave, that you couldn't enter, with thousands of bats which, after taking their picture, just looked like part of the rock.  There were some nice statues and structures, but nothing too different from ones you see all over the place.

Next, we found the beach.  We had intended to swim, but realized that the beach we had picked, near the chocolate factory, was not really a swimming beach, but had a pretty view of nearby islands and rock formations.  We just looked at shells for a bit and decided to get lunch at a nearby warung.

This was a lotus pond near the beach

At lunch, we found the chocolate factory on the map and after lunch made our way there.  The chocolate factory turned out to be a neat, not too well known, tourist attraction.

We had to go down a long road, only wide enough for 1 car road through sandy ground speckled with palm-trees.  The occasional cow peaked our interest as we made our way down the mile or so of dirt-road.  We had one near-calamity when we approached another vehicle and our driver pulled as far over as he could, but the other driver couldn't get around and almost got stuck in the embankment of sand next to the road.  After some back and forth and nearly losing 1 or 2 mirrors, our driver found his way into a spot about 20 feet back from where he started that allowed for a better "shoulder" for the other driver to use to go around.  Once in, we found that there were a few dozen people there and the area resembled a neat wooden playground over a beach.

There was a wooden ship that looked like it came out of the hill to sit on over the water.

There were several swings reminiscent of Obiji farm swings (a friend's wonderland, for those of you that don't know the reference), large enough for 2 people each.  One of them required you to climb up to a platform for take-off.  River waited to go until just before we left.  We promised him that he would not fall and he went, like a champ, and after his first swing out, he came back to the top, dragging his feet on the ground, which proceeded to drag him right off the swing.  That alone would have been fine, but the swing, probably 25 lbs of wood followed its momentum and came back to smack him on his shoulders.  He took it standing with a rub of his shoulder and an "I told you so".

There were a few "smurf-houses" that housed the chocolate shop, a coffee shop, and off to the side was a soap-shop, as they also sold coconut based soaps.  We got samples and then proceeded to buy 40 dollars worth of chocolate (between all of us).

We decided that we couldn't afford 40 dollars worth of soap and so left without seeing the soap store.

We were all pretty tired and ready to head home after that.  The last thing on our list was to see the village of Mas where our driver lived. It is a wood-working village and we decided to have him bring us to the shop where he sold his work.

When we arrived, he handed us over to a young man who told us about the process and then walked us through the shop.  After walking through for a bit, we asked what was made by Adil and he showed us this piece.

The neat thing was that all of us had individually been drawn to this piece and I had even taken this picture already.  Unfortunately, it was outside of our means, as it started at $350, which we might have haggled down to 200, but still we couldn't afford it.

We got a cane for Mat (with a smiling buddha at the top) for 30 and a 10 inch tall piece that was a man, woman, and child embraced in a circle.  It didn't have a lot of detail, mostly smooth impressions, so it was cheaper and we haggled it down to 20 usd.  I would show pics, but they wrapped them up for us already.

Below are some of my favorite pieces, but I have to say, if I were a millionaire, this village is where I would buy my furniture/decor!  (We also found that this is where they take orders for the dozens of wooden male genetalia that we see at all the stores)

 

Back home, we got some dinner and slept well, having a late breakfast this morning at 10am

Wednesday
Not much going on today.  Woke up, ate, took a nap, read, showered, blogged...
About to go to the grocery store, going to check out a new one, Bintang, that we haven't tried yet.

Correction, just got back from grocery store, Made brought us to a closer, bigger store, Delta Dewang.  It was practically a mall and had everything, right down to frozen pizzas and pringles if you wanted them!  We spent way too much on groceries but shouldn't have to eat out for a while :)

Ok, pics are finally uploaded, so signing off for now!