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I've spent two hours today trying to find the right words to describe what it's like in Indonesia. I haven't been able to get further than a few sentences on each topic I think would well represent my time here.
When I start writing about how hard it is discern between the in and outdoors in a Javanese house, I stop because then I think I should write about the milk bars in Jogja, where you can get any flavor of milk from grape to hazelnut. And when I begin to describe the dozen of jars of krupuk (fried crackers made of anything from garlic to shrimp) that adorn my house, I get distracted and want to write about the movie theater that is so fancy that you select your seats when you buy your ticket. And while I could write endlessly about my family paying respect to the full moon on the Hindu calendar by placing offerings and incense around the house, I feel like my words would be unable to capture the significance it meant for me to share that with them. I am so in awe of my host mother bringing a defunct Dutch tile factory from the 1800s back to life, that now needs another factory to be built in order to keep up with the demand, that I could write Yaks on Yaks about that alone. But that would mean neglecting the Wayang puppet I'm making out of buffalo skin, the golfing with my host father in the mornings, the Javanese wedding reception I attended, the family reunion I went to, the karaoke night with Dragons, the visiting Indonesian college classes, the going to the mall with my host sisters, and the hiking to Hindu temples.
It's impossible to capture what my last few weeks in Indonesia have been like, but I'm okay with that. It means thatit's too big to capture in one Yak, and I hope it stays that way.
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Indo Livin’

Emily Armstrong,Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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I’ve spent two hours today trying to find the right words to describe what it’s like in Indonesia. I haven’t been able to get further than a few sentences on each topic I think would well represent my time here. When I start writing about how hard it is discern between the in and outdoors […]

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10/2/12

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Emily Armstrong

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    [post_content] => Today we discussed the current rioting around the Islamic world inspired by the  "Innocence of Muslims" video. Kelli asked us "As Americans in the country with  the largest population of Muslims, how do you feel?" Most of us said we felt  even more aware of our presence, but nobody seemed to feel any real anxiety. We  each read an article about the rioting, and one of our discussion questions was  "If all you knew about Islam came from this article, what are some conclusions  you might draw about Muslims?" Overall, if this was the case I might consider  Muslims to be violent, sensitive, and anti-American...but that is totally  contradictory to my experience with all of the Muslims I have met so far,  including my host family.

After lunch, we visited with a vocational school and broke into small groups with both Dragons and Indonesian students, discussing our conceptions of Indonesian and American culture. Some of the questions we were asked were "Do you have black people in America, are they treated equally? How many black friends do you have?" Some of the questions we asked were about the treatment of homosexuals in Indonesia, how much Islam affects their daily life, if they were proud of living in the country with the most practicing Muslims. It was a huge challenge to explain the intricacies of racism in America- that yes, there is a history of oppressiveness towards African Americans, but there is also an effort by many to realize the superficiality and unfairness of treating someone differently based on their race. As a white 18 year old woman from a middle-class family, I knew it was impossible to accurately relay what life is like for African Americans. But even knowing that, I felt pressured to represent America holistically, even though I have such a narrow view of what it's like to be an American. It reminded me of the article I read about the riots - how the actions of one or one group can end up representing an entire race, religion, even country if that is all one has access to.

After class we all headed to a nearby field to play ultimate frisbee. It felt so liberating to run around together and get lost in a game, far from the riots and cultural misconceptions. The conversations we had today felt really important, even though they were uncomfortable and forced us to consider how our individual identities can be lost in the global identity of our country, religion, or race. It feels pretty amazing to know that on the 11th anniversary of September 11th this year, we arrived in Jogjakarta, and that the mutually positive relationships we have built here so far are strong and authentic. [post_title] => Innocence of Muslims [post_excerpt] => [post_status] => publish [comment_status] => open [ping_status] => open [post_password] => [post_name] => innocence-of-muslims [to_ping] => [pinged] => [post_modified] => 2012-10-02 00:00:00 [post_modified_gmt] => 1970-01-01 00:00:00 [post_content_filtered] => [post_parent] => 0 [guid] => http://yakyak.chandigarhsoftware.com/?p=39812 [menu_order] => 0 [post_type] => post [post_mime_type] => [comment_count] => 0 [filter] => raw [categories] => Array ( [0] => WP_Term Object ( [term_id] => 284 [name] => Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012 [slug] => indonesia-semester-fall-2012 [term_group] => 0 [term_taxonomy_id] => 284 [taxonomy] => category [description] => [parent] => 243 [count] => 96 [filter] => raw [term_order] => 14.1 [cat_ID] => 284 [category_count] => 96 [category_description] => [cat_name] => Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012 [category_nicename] => indonesia-semester-fall-2012 [category_parent] => 243 [link] => https://my.wheretherebedragons.com/category/fall-2012/indonesia-semester-fall-2012/ ) ) [category_links] => Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012 )

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Innocence of Muslims

Naya Herman,Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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Today we discussed the current rioting around the Islamic world inspired by the "Innocence of Muslims" video. Kelli asked us "As Americans in the country with the largest population of Muslims, how do you feel?" Most of us said we felt even more aware of our presence, but nobody seemed to feel any real anxiety. […]

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10/2/12

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Naya Herman

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Last week, I found myself being shuffled into a car and driven around to several sort of skeezy places for reasons I did not understand. That's one thing I've found out on this trip- if you don't speak the same language as the people you live with, They can get you into unexpected situations.

As it turns out, my host sister was overseeing a photoshoot for the Miss Jogja competition, a sort of pageant for cultural saviness, the prize of which is to have a banner of your face put up on Jalan Malioboro and the job of cultural ambassador. The photoshoot involved the competitor being photographed doing traditional things, like eating goat satay and drinking teh boci, which is a mug of tea with a small boulder of crystalized sugar in it.

One of the places we went was to see an ibu who made traditional crafts. We walked through a tiny neighborhood to a house made of concrete and thatched with bamboo. Inside, the roof was high but the walls bare. There was no furniture except a few rolled-up straw mats. There seemed to be only two rooms, and a singe naked bulb hung from the ceiling. In the midst of this sat a tiny woman, at least eighty years old, her face a topographic map of wrinkles. She wore a sarong and a wrinkled yellow cardigan, and when she spoke it was in Javanese, the traditional language spoken mostly by the very elderly.

The only hint of color amongst the gray of the concrete were two big baskets in a corner, stuffed with this woman's crafts- durable paper flowers and tin-can noisemakers, windmills and miniature birdcages on sticks with tiny wax birds inside. Ibu's job, as the pageant contestant told me, was to make all these crafts and then walk the streets with her baskets, selling them to children as toys. I was amazed that this ibu was even working, let alone carrying large baskets through the streets all day. To my modern Western eyes, she seemed poor and lonely. She seemed to be the relic of another age, the last of a disappearing culture amongst the new generation of Jogja, who wear hoodies, listen to American music, and are avid Facebook users. She was the sort of person who, back home, we would read about and shake our heads in our huge gleaming kitchens. American culture considers this woman to be in need of help.

Go to google now and read "The Paradox of our Age" by the Dalai Lama. Maybe our many-roomed, climate-controlled houses are not superior to Ibu's concrete home. Maybe our high salaries and new cars do not bring more happiness than her poverty and paper crafts. Sitting there with that woman, I wanted to bow to her. I wanted to thank her and take her hand, and I wasn't sure what for. But maybe it's because she proved to me that I don't need the things I think I need, things which she has probably never known, and probably doesn't ever think about. She simply lives.

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Relics

Lyda Langford,Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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Last week, I found myself being shuffled into a car and driven around to several sort of skeezy places for reasons I did not understand. That’s one thing I’ve found out on this trip- if you don’t speak the same language as the people you live with, They can get you into unexpected situations. As […]

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10/1/12

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Lyda Langford

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Last tuesday was the first day of my ISP at a silversmithing studio. We were immediately presented with a choice of rings we could try our hand at making... of course it took me almost 15 minutes to choose which one I would make. Our teacher put us to work finding the size of our fingers and cementing the design of our rings. Inside the my ring I tried to stamp the words "Jogja 2012"...something I had thought would be simple and easy. However, to my dismay, the word "Jogja" was disjointed and lopsided with the O much higher than the J and the J and the A much lower than the rest of the letters. The "2012" ended up smashed together and at a slightly lower and slanted level than "Jogja". When I showed my teacher, thinking I would need to start with a new peice of metal, he took one look at my haphazard letters and pronounced with a big smile "My dancing Jogja!" I was at once taken aback and pleased with his interpretation of my childlike placement of the letters. My ring turned out to exceed my expectations and is wrapped snugly around my thumb at this very moment.

After the class ended, and I was sitting in the taxi on my way back home, the words "my dancing jogja" were still rignging in my head. It seemed to me like such a good interpretation of Jogja itself and my experience with it. I started to see the whole city as one big dance. The jaunty bob and weave of the motor bikes swirling around each other with ease in a way you would never see in the US. Or the delicate way people greet eachother: touching finger tips and bringing them to their heart. Even my fast and awkward dash through traffic seems like some sort of exciting tango--running first forward then backward, always keeping a close eye on my distance from the carts and cars swirling by.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt as though I have only just started to see this communal dance between the residence of Jogja. I am still learning the steps, but the people are patient with me. Catching me when I stumble. Kindly showing me the steps of a new part of the dance I havent seen yet. It seems so harmonious and cheerful it becomes contageous. The more time I spend dancing through this city, the more easily the dance comes to me. Everyone is always smiling--I have come to see that the dance itself is a good reason to smile. Its fun!

So Jogja is now my dancing city. I will earn to bob and weave and laugh when I fall just as the most experienced dancers do. All with grace and a little patience...more of which I am in need of cultivating.

I wonder how this dance will change the way I move through my own hometown?

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my dancing jogja

eliza culhane,Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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Last tuesday was the first day of my ISP at a silversmithing studio. We were immediately presented with a choice of rings we could try our hand at making… of course it took me almost 15 minutes to choose which one I would make. Our teacher put us to work finding the size of our […]

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10/1/12

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eliza culhane

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Indo 2012 just keeps proving itself to be a power haus. Yesterday, we left the Dragon haus (Pogung Baru) around 7:30, and drove 3 hours to Solo (with some stops for tempeh) where we hiked up mountain to a hindu temple. This was our first group- led adventure, and we all worked really well together by fufilling our roles (This week I have switched from the guru to the Murse. So far, I have taken this very seriously, I mean as a self-identifying pale person, I am always on top of the suncreen sitch anyway). We listened to our hearts (And Zaki, our uber hip guide) and arrived at the top just as the sun was setting which was amazing. The whole hike up was so beautiful (almost as beautiful as Emily). These past few days have been so action packed, on
friday, we all participated in the Dragon’s amazing race: Jogya edition. It was a test of our group adat, bravery, strength, and language skillz, but we all proved ourselves. Later we celebrated my adulthood/ the completion of the scavenger hunt at Kali milk (such a trendy milk bar), really yummy thai food, and a Karaoke partyyyy.

Earlier this week, we had the opportunity to talk to talk to a street art collective DS12 which was really cool. They talked about their art as a political statement that was against violence towards women, the rise of commercialism, racial slurs, and advocated for environmental awareness. Later they taught us how to woodblock print which was supes fun. Everyone’s turned out really well, although I am partial to Sarah’s minimalist piece “Sit together” which can accompany the S dance, and brought forth a whole new dimension to stick figures (butts).

This week we also started our ISP projects. I went to Batik class with Lyda and Cass, and soon enough we were Batiking like pros. Basically. My batik design was miiiillliiions of elephants (I mean 12. but it felt like millions). There is definately a lot of skill involved and it was amazing to learn the process of what goes into making a batik. The other ISP projects seemed equally chill (silversmithing, footsaaaal, wayung, traditional medicine and wood carving.)

It has been just over a week since we entered our homestays. It has definately been an adjustment; never have I been so bathed or fed in my life. But my homestay family has been so welcoming and I am becoming really close with my homestay sister. Last week, they brought me to the SunMar (sunday Market). I think it was the jogya version of the Brooklyn Flea (but imagine less hipster plaid and more muslim headscarfs). I found the pancake stand there, so like bonus points. This past week has past by so quickly, I think we are all getting into Indo life.

Follow your heart,
Olivia
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Selamat Sore

Olivia Rothberg,Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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Now for an up-DATE (shout out to Naya), Indo 2012 just keeps proving itself to be a power haus. Yesterday, we left the Dragon haus (Pogung Baru) around 7:30, and drove 3 hours to Solo (with some stops for tempeh) where we hiked up mountain to a hindu temple. This was our first group- led […]

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09/30/12

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Olivia Rothberg

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I wrote this poem after reading the article by Pico Iyer. But this came from someting else. Experiencing this country and having to oppertunity to do so with a truely lovely group of people. So this is from me, inspired by Indo and for my wonderful fellow Dragons.

Why We Travel

By Cassidy Schultz

That’s not it!
She cries.
We go
Not just to see, but
To feel.
Not just to observe, but
To understand.

Being heard,
It is not enough.
We must
Listen.

Wait!
He cries.
We struggle
Not just to win
Or to gain, but
To grow.

There is so much
Around us,
There is so much
Within us.

We must ask
Not just to know, but
To teach
And in teaching
We will learn.

Learn
To fly and to fall,
To try and to fail,
And we will learn
To love
And
Be loved.

Remember,
They remind us,
There is no
You, or
I, or
Them.
There is only
We.

And we,
We realize
That we go,
We go
To feel,
To understand,
To listen,
To grow,
To teach,
To learn and,
To love.

We go
To become lost
And
To find
Something
Beyond ourselves.

Yes,
Yes this is why
We go.
This is why
We travel.

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Why We Travel

Cassidy Schultz,Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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I wrote this poem after reading the article by Pico Iyer. But this came from someting else. Experiencing this country and having to oppertunity to do so with a truely lovely group of people. So this is from me, inspired by Indo and for my wonderful fellow Dragons. Why We Travel By Cassidy Schultz That’s […]

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09/30/12

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Cassidy Schultz

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All the events in the story are 100% true.
Reader discretion advised.

Our group has recently finished the trek up Mt. Mirapi a few days ago and we're all in high spirits having completed the journey. All 14 of us are going out to dinner at a restaurant in Yogyakarta. This restaurant is buffet style, offering many traditional Indonesian food choices. There's rice, chicken, vegetables, etc. After getting to the buffet table I immediately starting looking for meat products, and am thrilled to see rows and rows of sate kabobs. I take a few skewers from a platter and go to the table to dig in. The first sate is chewy and fatty so I put it to the side. The next is the same. "Hey did anybody else get the chicken sate? It's kinda undercooked." The others shake their heads. They say their sate tastes fine. Weird. I take another bite. The same chewy texture despite being a perfect brown color. Something can't be right. I dissect a piece. It jiggles like jello. Sarah asks, "Pete, are you sure that was chicken?" No. "Yeah I think." Uh oh. It has to be chicken. It looks just like it. My mind races. Somebody says, "Maybe you should go back to the table, there could a label." I walk up to the table. One platter says "Brutu". The skewers I ate were from this platter. Another platter says "Ayam". That means chicken. I didn't take any from that platter. I had brutu, not ayam. But brutu must still be chicken, just maybe with a different spice or something. I call back to the table, "Hey guys, what does brutu mean?" The Indonesians at the cash register start to laugh. That's not good. Kelli and Sarah think for a second as I find my seat again. The Indonesians are cracking up now. Probably because the confused look on my face. Kelli then says, "I think it means tube? Or pipe?" Oh no. Bad news. Very bad. Everyone at the table is now grinning in anticipation. I start to hang my head. Kelli says something to the Indonesians, they respond. She laughs. Everyone is on the edge of their seat. Kelli says, "Pete, I think you ate chicken anus." My stomach churns. I let out a really gross burp as if my body is suddenly trying to rid what's already been eaten. Everybody is cracking up except me. Inappropriate toilet humor that I don't support commences. I push the food away and put my head on the table. Nausea sets in and I need Cassidy, Scout and Will to talk me out of it. Need a happy place. We discuss favorite college football teams and how the NBA is selling out. Aaron pats me on the back. "Welcome to Indonesia, right?"
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Welcome to Indonesia

Pete Foster,Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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I’m a bit late on this Yak but even a week later it’s worth writing. The following night took place on Tuesday the 18th. All the events in the story are 100% true. Reader discretion advised. Our group has recently finished the trek up Mt. Mirapi a few days ago and we’re all in high […]

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09/26/12

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Pete Foster

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    [post_content] => After re-reading Pico Iyer's essay, "Why We Travel", I am even more convinced that one of the best parts about traveling is how life can be simplified. When all your possessions fit in a backpack, you can only carry the essentials and are forced to leave behind any unnecessary weight. That bulky closet full of fresh clothes that make up your image? Leave it. Your ipod, cell phone, and other ways to feel connected to people around you? Let them go. Comfort food like pizza, chips and guac, freshly harvested kale...they just can't make the cut.

Perhaps the parts of my life that would take up the most space in my backpack are all my ideas of who I am. What kind of person I see myself as, who I want my friends and family to see when they look at me. In my neighborhood of Lempong Sari in Jogjakarta, Indonesia, nobody knows any of that. When my homestay family sees me, they see a curiously strange white person flapping her arms and clucking while she struggles to remember the word for "egg". My "image" is made up of the positive interactions that I can string together...if I can find a way to connect with my family through the few words I know. The group of travelers that I see every day know me only as the person I choose to be on this trip- if I choose to take advantage of the opportunities around me, if I chose to be a positive force in the group and carry a productive attitude. If I'm someone they are excited to travel with after shedding all of the layers I've got at home.

The best part about leaving unnecessary weight at home is that it makes space in my pack for some new additions. Can I pick up a little patience on the bus that stopped for gas before we got to our destination? Can I grab some humility by sharing a bed with my sister for the next month of our first homestay? Do I have room left over for gratitude for a family that offers me so much, when I have so little in return to give them?

By carrying less weight, I find that I am more able to feel total joy in the simplest parts of my day. If I'm able to make my ibu laugh, I feel like I've won the lottery. If I can find my way through a new part of the city by myself, I've just upped my SAT scores by 500 points. The one item I try to never travel without is flexibility - I've learned so much here just by trusting that even without all my usual tools, I can feel at home anywhere.
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Simple Joys

Naya Herman,Best Notes From The Field, Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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After re-reading Pico Iyer’s essay, “Why We Travel”, I am even more convinced that one of the best parts about traveling is how life can be simplified. When all your possessions fit in a backpack, you can only carry the essentials and are forced to leave behind any unnecessary weight. That bulky closet full of […]

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09/24/12

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Naya Herman

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Greetings to all of you back home. Last week marked a transition for us from Orientation to our first week of homestays, language classes and program activities. We are so grateful for and excited about our student's interest and dedication to learning bahasa Indonesia- they have been committed to the endeavor, consistently asking for the meaning of words, engaged in classes and adventurous in their stumbling through akward sentences with humor and a desire to connect with those around them.

Each day they have arrived at the program house with stories from their homestays... "we went to a wedding with dozens of family members", "yesterday my host family taught me how to wash my clothes, and as soon as i was done and hung it on the line, my host grandma promplty removed it all, and rewashed it in proper form", "My mom wouldnt let me out of the house today without first straightening my hair," "I wanted another egg so I clucked like a chicken and everyone laughed, but I got the egg." These little anecdotes become the building blocks of creating the family bonds that unfold here-much as it is with our own families at home, it is the quirky moments and displays of love and belonging that endear us to each other and help us to know that we are more than just roommates, acquaintances or passer-bys.

On Thursday night we had an adventure on the public busway to Prambanan, an extraordinary 9th century Hindu Temple compound, to see the Ramayana ballet. The stage was set in the foreground of the temple, which was lit in the night to highlight its distinguished architecture and features. With over 100 principle dancers and a full Gamelan orchestra accompaniment, it was a sight and epic story to behold. It was our first introduction to Javanese dance, music and art and an example of the impressive degree of religious and cultural diversity that exists here, both in Java and Indonesia as a whole.

This week has been an adjustment for students, inching them even further out of their comfort zones, into unknown territories that are preganant with possibility and potential for learning, growth and exchange. It has been such a joy for us to watch as they embrace these challenges with maturity and willigness, with curiosity and a self reflexive eye that embodies their commitment to the meaning that they desire to create on this journey. In a group sharing we had this week, many of them articulated that they didn't know exactly what they were seeking in signing up for this trip, nor what they hoped they would get out of it... only that they knew that it was the right decision. This kind of honesty and openness is inspiring to us and is the fertile ground for countless seeds of surprise and meaning to be planted in.

Today is family day, meaning the studuents are spending the whole day with their families. We haven't heard much of a peep from anyone, only little whisperings of invitations to play soccer, to buy new shoes for a party, to attend a 40 year death ceremony of a deceased family member...no news is definitely good news on family day. We can't guess the exact nature of how their days are unfolding, but we trust that there are countless seeds being planted and that the stories will be overflowing tomorrow morning.

Stay tuned for more news from the field this week.

Warmly,

Sarah, Kelli and Aaron

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Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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No news is good news

Sarah byrden,Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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Greetings to all of you back home. Last week marked a transition for us from Orientation to our first week of homestays, language classes and program activities. We are so grateful for and excited about our student’s interest and dedication to learning bahasa Indonesia- they have been committed to the endeavor, consistently asking for the […]

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09/23/12

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Sarah byrden

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My experience in Indonesia thus far has been unreal. We have just completed orientation week and are pretty much becoming a power group. I mean, we did climb Java's largest volcano, so there's that. Climbing Mount Merapi (at night) was one of the most intense things I have ever done, and without the support of the group I probably wouldn't have made it. Or just not climbed it. Probably. We spent the last night of Oreination in Jogja and went to a secret restaurant and then hung out in alloun alloun kedul, which is pretty much the jogja union square.

So far, everything in Indo has been so different, from the way it smells, to the way it sounds (4 am call to prayers anyone?), to the way it tastes, etc. Even seemingly simple tasks have been an adventure, from buying laundry detergent (Rinso) to ordering food at a restaurant. There is definately some food vocab that we already have down, for example, nasi meaning rice..... with every meal. While being a vegetarian may have somewhat limited my choices here, the tempeh is so yum. And the Bananas (Pisang). I could eat milliiiiiiiiooonsss of them, at least i think I could. So far, one of my favorite food experiences has been a street cart that sells these amay pancake cup things. However, other food items have not been so clear cut, for example, last night Pete ate (guess what) chicken butt... oops. (I'm so funny....)

Other Indo adventures are crossing the street, conquering the squat toilet and bucket shower, tying serongs, not petting dogs (they might be cute but getting fleas and rabies is not so cute...), and generally being culturally appropriate.... As we move into our homestays, I'll be sad not to be having so much group bonding time but hey... di sini senang de sana senang di mana mana hatiku senang.... kinda.

Love,
Olivia
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Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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Indo stuffz

Olivia Rothberg,Indonesia Semester, Fall 2012

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My experience in Indonesia thus far has been unreal. We have just completed orientation week and are pretty much becoming a power group. I mean, we did climb Java’s largest volcano, so there’s that. Climbing Mount Merapi (at night) was one of the most intense things I have ever done, and without the support of […]

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09/20/12

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Olivia Rothberg

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