Last week, my little language class strolled down the block to the market to practice our survival skills. Step one: buy yourself some groceries. Bargain if you’re feeling bold. Step two: carry it all home to make some food.
My keluarga, or family, puts up with my limited communication every single evening, and Ibu packs me a lunch each morning.
Since a Gone Girl disappearance isn’t the only way to make an exit, I’m bringing this blog back to share bites of my time in Indonesia