Welcome to a documented experience of my year as an English Teacher and Community Worker in Java, Indonesia! For the next eleven months, I will be serving with Mennonite Central Committee's Serving and Learning Together program, learning the language, eating the foods, and fully immersing myself in the Indonesian culture.

Looking forward to sharing my experiences with you! Happy reading!

Friday, October 28, 2011

Just Another Week...

Hey Everyone!

I was reading the blog of my friend Jake (who is also on SALT this year, serving in Chad), and was inspired to write RIGHT NOW (at 10:38PM) about some of the goings-on in my life. He doesn't update his blog as often as me as his opportunities are fewer, but his writing is incredibly descriptive. I spent the last hour reading all his posts, loving the opportunity to consider the differences and similarities between our positions. If you get a chance, check it out: http://www.nothingfancypettigrew.blogspot.com/

Today it struck me how... normal the "abnormal" is becoming. I started off my day with a grilled peanut butter and nutella sandwich, which my host mom got up early to make me. The gestures of kindness on part of my host community are too plentiful to keep track of, and are far too often overlooked by my self-centred self, but I need to make note yet again of how incredibly blessed I am to be here.

I walked to school, as usual. The walk is about four minutes, but when I look at it objectively, it's a bit of an adventure! The road is insanely busy in the morning, as there are several schools nearby, all of which seem to start at 7AM. It seems that the typical "flow" of the traffic ("flow" having a very different meaning here than in Canada) gives way to complete chaos, as motorcycles, buses, and cars jostle for the best spots to drop off their kids. I have to cross this road every day, and I've learned that I have to be really attentive and strategic in where I stand to wait to cross, and in how I cross. The conclusion I've come to is that it is unwise to stand within 10 metres of either side of a school entrance, and it is even more unwise to try to cross in front of motor bikes. That means I often wait for a few minutes until a car finally comes along, lacking the same pickup speed as a motorbike, and thus providing me with the opportunity to cross the road halfway. The other half is usually a bit easier- people swerve to avoid me, or stop altogether. 

I arrive at school in time for morning prayers, which I've been asked to lead on several occasions. Praying out loud has never been something I'm comfortable with, and that is one way that I have been stretched. Today I made the effort to pray in Bahasa Indonesia, and this made the teachers extremely happy, and put me on their good side (a good thing too, because about an hour later, I accidentally closed the door on a teachers' finger, and she handled it with an extra dose of grace and forgiveness).

At 7:00, I went with Ibu Ratih to her TK-B class, which I do 3 times a week. Today was a huge breakthrough day in the teaching of "Away in A Manger", and I was overjoyed when I heard some kids singing it to themselves later, as they were colouring. They are SO cute when they sing it- so much gusto (which fades towards the end of the song, as they are less familiar with those lyrics), and even more enthusiasm with the actions. "The Little Lord Jesus" would break his neck if he were truly being rocked by those 5 year olds.

This morning was a special morning because we went to see a traveling dolphin show! Growing up near Marineland, I know very well how a stationary dolphin show operates. I was curious as to what the traveling version would look like. The lesson I have had to relearn the most often is to have lowered expectations... We arrived at the "lumba-lumba" (Dolphin) show location, and stood waiting for the doors to open. Do you ever have moments in life where you look around you and say to yourself, "Is this a dream? This is too surreal to be real life right now!" That was pretty much what the pre-dolphin show wait was like. Across the walkway was a tank with huge inflatable boats being driven in circles by a young girl wearing a head covering. The speakers were blaring a child-sung version of happy birthday in Bahasa Indonesia (and when I say blaring, I mean that the speakers were shaking... it could be heard for miles, but we stood about 5 feet from them). I was with all these people I don't know very well, waiting for a traveling dolphin show to begin, watching random children spinning about in inflatable boats, listening to "Selamat Ulang Tahun" in a little town in Indonesia. What are the odds of that kind of combination? Luckily, the doors opened eventually, and the great mystery of the traveling element of the show was revealed. (There was nothing special about it, except that the pool was smaller, and lined with plastic.) The show lasted for about an hour, and afterward, we got to pet the dolphin, which was a first for me! I actually got really excited about that!

We came home afterward, and I had a nice afternoon break before heading to teach at Compassion. They informed me yesterday that I would be teaching from now on- an hour and a half, to an age range of five to thirteen (though when I got there today, all the kids were between nine and thirteen, which was much more manageable). I had no idea where to start with teaching English- this is probably my biggest challenge right now (I always have a challenge or two going on here)- and I had no idea how to fill an hour and a half with activities that would interest such a broad range. Somehow I pulled it off though, and we enjoyed some rounds of "What Time is is, Mr. Wolf?" or "Mr. Wolf, What Time is it?" (somehow the translation got mixed up) and sang a bunch of songs, and before I knew it, the time was up! We all ate dinner together, and were about to go home, when a massive thunderstorm swept in, and kept us there for another 45 minutes. The power was lost too, so we lit candles. Something about this experience was really wonderful. There were girls who had been learning to make crafts, and one of them gave theirs to me when they were done (a little tree, all decorated). I was really touched by the gesture, and am now proudly displaying the tree on my bookshelf, as one of my few decorations.

That was just today! The last few days have all had their share of adventure. On Tuesday night, I led Share N Care again, and Pak Paul brought bread and Hani brough jus buah for me (that being a sweet juice with many fruits mixed in it).

I was taken out for dinner on Wednesday night, by an English teacher, her husband and daughter, and Debora, a former IVEPer. The English teacher has hosted SALTers before, and because of her and Debora, I got an evening to speak only English and be understood, and to really feel emotionally understood, as Debora could totally relate. I've been invited to the teacher's house for French toast and Spaghetti, and was also invited to go on a weekend trip with her family. The logistics make it an impossibility, but the gesture was another example of the kindness that I have experienced from the Indonesian people.

Thursdays are my busy day, with TK in the morning, Ichthus FM immediately following, and, Compassion following that. I had a pretty quiet evening after that, and got the chance to connect with a bunch of people from home that I haven't connected with in over two months. Ichthus FM went well! Relaxing Hour is quite relaxed indeed... no script, no topics to cover, just go with the flow. I've yet to create a radio voice for myself, though I think that it might be too late now. The guy who co-hosts it with me speaks the best English I've heard here, and is just a really nice guy. The two hours flew by!

Thanks for reading, despite the lack of pictures! I will try to get some up soon, maybe on Monday, as I will be going to the MCC office that day.

Have a great day!
Love,
Ellery

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A Turn of Events!

Hey there, All!

My last days since posting have taken a surprising upswing, which I know is largely in part because of the prayers and encouragement I've received from you all- thank-you SO much!

I believe my last post was on Saturday, the day that we celebrated Nicole's birthday with a surprise party at Pizza Hut. It was the highlight of last week for me, and that we successfully pulled off the surprise element (despite language barriers, and having to go about making arrangements in indirect ways) made it even better! I think Nicole may have even shed a tear or two of joy, and that made all the planning worth it!

After lunch, Major and Karen dropped me off, along with the bike that I was using in Salatiga, and will get to keep for the year. The atmosphere of Semarang is quite different than Salatiga- namely hotter and busier- so we'll see what use I get out of it. I have always enjoyed biking, but I came to LOVE it in Salatiga, and I really hope I'll get some chances to keep it up here.

Sunday was church. Church services go from 8-10AM, and then again from 6-8PM. My host family generally only attends the morning service, but as I will be teaching Sunday School every other week (which runs during the morning service), I will be going to church in the evenings two times a month. That brings my total time at church on Sundays to somewhere between 5 and 7 hours, depending on the week. It's substantially more than the 1.5 hours I'm used to spending at home, but that time is broken up between Sunday School, an hour of eating and visiting, and youth service. In all honesty, I get very little out of the sermons (learning day-to-day vocabulary is enough of a task before adding church vocabulary to my repertoire, and I cannot follow fast talkers yet), but I've found church to be an awesome opportunity to really get into reading the Bible. My host family gave me an Indonesian-English NIV, and it has served me quite well in the last week and a half. I've gone from being horribly antsy after an hour and a half, to almost- almost- being disappointed when it ends. Two hours certainly doesn't feel as difficult to sit through as it did a few weeks ago.

I've found that the different circles I am involved in- TK, Compassion, Share N Care, and Music- overlap in that the same people can be found in more than one. Church sort of ties it all together, and it is amazing how quickly I have come to recognize people. I am not learning the names as rapidly as many here wish I would, but as of today, I know the names of everyone in both offices I spend time in, all 27 of the kids in TK B, and about 8 of the 14 kids in TK A1. I don't think that's too bad for a week and a half, especially considering that many names are ones I've never heard before.

On Saturday night, I asked my host family if, at some point this year, we could see the ocean, since Semarang is right on the coast. Sunday afternoon, I found myself in the car, heading toward the Marina (there are no clean beaches in Semarang). It was not exactly Bali (in the sense that there was not even a speck of sand to be found...) but it was great to see the ocean, and to know where it is.

On Sunday night, we went out to celebrate my host grandmothers' birthday at a Chinese restaurant. The food was really good for the most part! Eating crab with the shell (as in, you eat the shell too) and shrimp with the eyes still attached were new experiences for me. Earlier this week, I also tried frog, and found that I really enjoyed it! Another new food was buffalo satay, bringing my satay meat count up to 6- chicken, beef, pork, rabbit, goat, and now buffalo. The only one I refuse to eat is "satay anging", or dog satay, for reasons of conscience. A tradition in Chinese culture is to eat noodles on your birthday (something about their length and its relation to your life- Scott, Adrie, or Chris, you may know more about this than I do), so noodles were another part of the meal. It seems that most of my host family was born between October 20 and November 20, so I was informed that we would be eating quite a few noodles between now and then. That's fine with me!

Monday began with helping in TK B. I still feel like more of a burden than a blessing in the classroom, and I know that I am not exactly helpful right now, but in keeping with my desire to learn patience, I am allowing myself to just enjoy the time to observe without many responsibilities. Based on how this week has gone- with more and more plans being made for my life this year, from people in the various areas of my life here- I will likely have more than enough to keep me busy in the coming months. I was also thinking back to orientation, when Eva told us that it is best to simply hang back at the beginning; establish relationships with the teachers and the students, and make every effort to understand their methods of doing things, before implementing ideas of your own. I am viewing these weeks that are filled with a lot of sitting and watching, as part of the Learning that SALT so strongly encourages.

At 10:00, Pak Paul (a man who works in the GKMI Synod and who understands more than anyone else I've met how I must be feeling as a foreigner) picked me and a bunch of youth up to head to Ungaran for the day. We were scoping out potential locations for a retreat that will be held in the middle of November. While I was unable to offer much input, I enjoyed the trip to see the various places. I saw my first durian tree, laden with the... unique fruit, and drove through a bamboo forest that was lined with people carving and whittling the bamboo into bird houses and other objects. We stopped on the way home for soto and perkedel, and then again for lumpia. Lumpia are a type of spring roll that are commonly found here, particularly in Semarang. They are absolutely delicious!

We were back by mid-afternoon, and the church told me to take the afternoon off rather than go to Compassion, as they thought I might be quite tired. One of the most common questions asked here, particularly to us foreigners, is "capek?" or "tired?" I'm still a bit confused about that one, because I'll be asked at 10AM, which is only a few hours after I woke up, and I don't think I look overly tired! I wasn't feeling too tired in the afternoon (I'm still used to the busyness of my life in Canada, and the pace here is quite a bit slower), but I really appreciated their concern for my well being, and took the break as it was offered.

I have found that my well-being is at the top of many peoples' priority lists here- my host family, the teachers at the TK, the people who work in the church office, and some people who work in the Synod, not to mention MCC. I was talking to Karen today about the differences in how we as North Americans would demonstrate our desire to make a foreigner feel at home, versus the methods that I have encountered here. I hesitate to say that Indonesians as a whole would all act the same way towards a visitor, but I think it is safe to say that most people here want me to know how free I am to eat- and eat, and eat, and eat! Food-related issues are my most commonly encountered struggle here. I find myself always trying to balance between eating what makes people happy (both in the choices I make, and in how much I eat of it), and keeping myself feeling good. It seems that there is a connection drawn between my size (I am comparatively quite a bit larger than most people I've met here) and my potential for food intake, and I find that to be frustrating at times. Nonetheless, the good intentions behind the actions are what need to be taken into account first and foremost, and I have been able to see that kindness and generosity as more and more of a blessing in the last few days.

My afternoons in general have quite a bit of free time in them. I am still a bit at a loss as to how to use that time. I find myself holed up in my room quite a bit, working on school stuff some of the time, but not always using the time most wisely. I don't know whether it is my Penner mentality (the one that says that if you're resting, something's not getting done that should be getting done- thanks mom and dad!) or my love for being around people as often as possible, that make this down time so difficult for me. I also feel guilty spending time in my room when I could be interacting with people. Who those people are, I'm not sure (which is why I have not yet broken the cycle of heading to my room between lunch and dinner), but I think that it would appease both my desire for being with people, as well as my guilty conscience, if I started seeking out activities to fill this time. It would also be a way to learn the language more quickly, which everyone here is eager for!

One cool thing that I've had to do lately is constantly leave google translate open when I am at my desk. I have made enough friends here now (and facebook and texting are widely used here) that I often receive texts or facebook messages in Bahasa Indonesia, usually filled with words I don't understand. Being a visual learner, it is probably my favourite way to learn new words, and I feel SO successful when I can communicate an idea, or understand what is said to me, entirely in Bahasa Indonesia. There have been some awesome people here who have taken me under their wing(s), and have really made an effort to befriend me despite the language barrier. It takes people with a heck of a lot of patience to do that, and I am grateful for all of them for that!

Tonight, a new friend is picking me up for Share N Care, which is my favourite event of the week! I have been told that on Friday, we are going to see a dolphin show with TK. I think I'm more excited than the kids are!

That's all for today! Thank you again for your words of encouragement and your prayers- I can feel them! Thanks for reading! Have a wonderful day in your various places throughout the world :)
Love,
Ellery

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Here it is!

Hey Everyone!

Maaf lagi- sorry again- for anyone who has been checking for an update from Indonesia, and has not seen one in over a week! It's here now- though lacking in pictures, as the internet isn't the fastest, and I still haven't figured out how to shrink the files. (Sorry Andrew, I know you explained it to me- my computer comprehension skills are pitiful). I'm very sorry!

The lag in posts hasn't been so much because of lack of time as lack of words. I find it much easier to post when everything is on an upswing, which was the case for the six weeks we spent in Salatiga; each day was better than the one before it (for the most part), as we gained independence, got to know people and places, and grew closer as a group. My motivation to write usually coincides with my level of enthusiasm and positive mentality, both of which have taken a bit of a hit. (My journal has also suffered, and many days have gone by undocumented). It was inevitable that the dip in excitement would hit at some point, and I keep thinking back to a "mood graph" that MCC showed us at orientation. The line on the graph spikes a few weeks in, before taking a turn in the opposite direction, slowly and steadily, until it hits its ultimate low about 4 months in (around Christmas time). While I don't fit the mold exactly, I now understand why the graph is the way it is. YALT looks different in every country around the world; in-country orientations run differently, the number of placements in each country vary, and the proximity to others varies. In the case of Indonesia, there are eight people (I think that's the most of any country), a really long orientation, and widespread placements. The dynamics of this year's crew happened to mesh incredibly well, making our group closer than others in the past. Having had six weeks together, we really had the opportunity to cultivate relationships so tight that we almost felt like a family. This made saying good-bye to the crew last Friday quite a bit more difficult than if the group dynamics hadn't been so positive, or if we hadn't had as much time together to build the support network that we did.

For myself, these factors have made for an even more difficult transition into my new community than is typical. My "family" has scattered throughout central Java, and onto other islands, and I miss them immensely. We are also all back at square one in learning our way around, in gaining independence, and in discerning our place within another new family. I have, in all honesty, been more than a little overwhelmed by the sheer volume of new experiences, and doing it alone- without any familiar faces or even people who can understand me- adds to the challenge. I am still trying to understand exactly what my role is in this community, and the multitude of unknowns is, for me, extremely stressful.

On the upside, I am learning a LOT about myself. As I have mentioned before, I am just not a patient person. I want my questions answered now, I want my independence now, I want to be able to speak the language fluently now, I want to know everyone's names now, I want good friends now, I want to be understood now, and I want to understand this city now. My logical brain (and the logical people in my life) tells me that this doesn't all come in a week- that I need to give it time (and also effort- this stuff doesn't happen without working at it), but this doesn't stop the surges of frustration and complete helplessness that I have often felt in the last week. I am also realizing that the "open-minded, easy-going" person that I thought I was is actually non-existent (some of you may be thinking, "really, she thought that?" I really did!) In place of that, I'm realizing that I have even more of a spiteful and stubborn nature than I realized (qualities that did bode me well on Merbabu, but rarely have any positive outcomes otherwise) and that my open-mindedness has many stipulations, which sort of negates the whole "open-minded" definition. I'm open to do the things I want to do when I want to do them, to eat what I want when I want to eat it, to try new things when I want to try them. I'm open to cultural differences and beliefs from a distance, but now that I'm living it, I find myself fighting it. That's not very open-minded at all. I am required to lose my stubbornness, to become flexible and patient, and to truly be open-minded, in order for this year to be successful. It is also so important to maintain a positive attitude, and to see the good in every situation. It's easy to say, but man, is it ever difficult to do.

Despite the challenges, a lot of awesome things have happened this week. My host family has welcomed me back wholeheartedly, and are eager to make me feel comfortable and safe. I have had a week in my "official" SALT position (I use quotations because Jeanne corrected me, saying that we've been in our official positions since the day we started two months ago. I agree, but this has been the week that I have been curious about as we were finally doing the activities that were assigned to us and handed to us on paper way back in February). My schedule looks a bit different than the position I was expecting to fulfill, but luckily that is something that I truly have been able to be open-minded about, and I am even more excited about what my new schedule looks like. (I am also not getting my heart completely set on it, as situations are always subject to change here). Here it is (I'll explain it after):

Mondays:
7-1= TK
3-5= Compassion

Tuesdays:
7-1= TK
6:30-8:30= Share N Care, or Music

Wednesdays:
7-1= TK
3-5= Compassion

Thursdays
7-1= TK
1-3= IchthusFM
3:30-6= Compassion

Fridays:
7-1= TK
3:30-6= Compassion

Saturdays:
7-11= TK
4-6= Youth visitation
6-8= youth worship

Sundays:
8-10= Sunday School (teaching)
11-1= youth
late afternoon= church (service)

TK is the kindergarten that is run out of the church. There are 3 classes; TK A1, TK A2 (both the equivalent of Junior Kindergarten), and TK B (like Senior Kindergarten). There is also a playgroup for really little ones, but I am not sure what my role in that will be- they are quite terrified of me right now, and some of them started to cry last time, so my involvement may be minimal. Compassion is part of the Compassion International program, that helps kids from lower income brackets, through education and provision of meals. This program runs very similar to TK, with classes being held in the same location and for the same age bracket (though Compassion works with people up to age 22- I've just been involved with the little ones so far). Ichthus FM is my radio show (in English!), and the rest of it is Church-related. I have been given two desks at the church- one in the school office, and one in the church office. It is so awesome to feel so welcomed and included right off the bat!

I officially teach English on Saturdays- today was my first day- and will be helping the teachers throughout the week. My role in the Compassion program is yet to be seen, but Compassion more of a casual form of TK, so I might be leading that more or less often, depending. Share N Care is a night with youth/young adults, to practice their English. It's probably my favourite event of the week, because I get a chance to speak English, and my Bahasa Indonesia also improves because the people there are eager to help. I will be facilitating those meetings too, which will be really cool!

So far, some of my more specific responsibilities include teaching the kids a Christmas song, fulfilling the requirements of being short enough for them to understand, and having actions, while also being Church-worthy (Sorry Ric, your suggestion of "Grandma got Run Over by A Reindeer" lacked all three criteria). I am also responsible to prepare two different lessons for each Saturday. I am in charge of the Share N Care topics every other week, and for preparing a written print-out for people there to read. I think that it'll only get more busy, and I am excited about all of these things!

I am realizing already just how challenging teaching is. Today, I led two classes in learning clothing items in English (in keeping with the theme that they have been learning all week). Having no formal training in Early Childhood Education, and having never tried to teach in a foreign language, I had no idea what level of difficulty to make the activity. There were so many things that I didn't take into account- for example, "shirt", "skirt", and "shorts" all sound the same. And teaching "shorts" without also teaching "pants" leads to some confusion as to what "shorts" actually are. It will be trial and error for awhile, if not all year! That said, the kids are ADORABLE. TK B in particular LOVES being read to, and, being the daughter of a librarian (and having been read to every day as a child, which cultivated a deep love for books), I am SO pro-reading, and SO excited that every day this week, they asked to be read to. If anyone feels like sending me some educational, interesting, brightly-coloured, REPETITIVE books (Eric Carle's "The Very Hungry Caterpillar"-type book. I read that today, and it's a good type of book), I would be grateful for them!


That's about it on my end! I am seeking your prayers right now for the things that I mentioned I am struggling with. I go back and forth in my belief in being able to stick this year out (though deep down, I know that I can do it!), and I am also praying that another upswing will start sooner rather than later, and that I can view this year with renewed excitement and enthusiasm.

Thanks for reading! Have a great day!
Love,
Ellery

Friday, October 21, 2011

I'm Still Here!

Hi Everyone!!

I have been meaning to write, but have not had a chance! I am still a bit pressed for time to compose a decent post, but I just wanted to let you all know that there IS one coming- don't give up on my blog!

I hope you're all doing well!

Love,
Ellery

Friday, October 14, 2011

And so It Begins!

Selamat Pagi!

Well, orientation is finished, and this morning I woke up back in my room in Semarang. The last week of orientation and language training was filled with a mix of sadness at the thought of being separated from those I've grown so close to over the last two months, and excitement at the thought of finally beginning our official positions. The other day, Jason brought up the fact that our entire world in Indonesia is the part of this year that no one else really knows about; Everyone at home really only knows about our official placements. It's exciting to be starting that!

This week we went on a couple of class trips, one to a peanut factory (After the boat factory, I was more prepared when Putut used the word "factory" this time), and one to "Frame", a really awesome coffee shop/open mic place. The peanut factory makes all sorts of peanut/sesame treats, and we got to try out the different tasks involved in creating them, which gave us a new appreciation for them (each treat is hand-measured, hand-cut, and hand-wrapped!). I love getting opportunities like this, to see the work that goes into something- it always makes you appreciate something so much more. The coffee shop sold coffee made from any bean you wanted. There were beans from so many islands  in Indonesia! It was a really awesome way to end our language training.

Learning how to package peanut snacks! I did one in the time that lady did 6... and she still had to help me.

Much to my shock and awe, I was physically capable of biking again on Thursday, after taking a few days off to recover from that mountain climb. I made sure to really enjoy my last ride down the hill, with the mountain in the background. I came to really really love the bike ride to and from school, and I hope to get opportunities to bike in Semarang, and again when I visit Salatiga.

On Thursday evening, Pak Lilik planned a photo shoot (a colour-coordinated one!) in the rice fields and the convent gardens. It was a really fun evening (though if you asked Peter, he would disagree- his face in many of the pictures is a testament to that), and the pictures turned out just beautifully, thanks to Pak Lilik's awesome photography skills!

I felt SO loved.


Host family in Salatiga! Steven, Pak Lilik, Peter, and Ibu Christin



I cannot take credit for the photo, but I was lucky enough to take in this view in person. The picture doesn't do it justice

Yesterday was quite a busy day! I got up early to pack, and was ready with time to spare (a rare occurrence for me), and accompanied Pak Lilik to the office. We spent a bit of time there before picking up Laura and bringing her to her new home at the school she'll be helping at in Kopeng. She came back with us to drop us off, and Mike, Nicole, Nancy, Laura, and I all got one final opportunity to spend some time together before Mike and Nancy flew to their placements. We went out for sate, and then dropped off Nicole. After dropping off Nicole, we dropped off my luggage and then went to the mall to kill some time before heading to the airport. The mall had a Starbucks in it. I am not a fan of Starbucks in Canada, but it's amazing how one clings to the familiar when a lot of familiarity is gone. I eagerly ordered a drink, but felt absolutely shocked when I saw the price- rp. 30,500! (about $3.50). It may not seem astronomical, but in Indonesia, I can get a big plate of nasi goreng ayam (chicken fried rice) and es jeruk (an orange drink) for rp. 10,000. That drink cost me more than three dinners! I decided that Starbucks is going to be a very rare treat this year- it's so difficult to justify that price when I know how far that money can go.

We headed to the airport from the mall, and sent Mike and Nancy on their way. We won't be seeing them again until our team retreat in March, and it was tough to say good-bye to them! It'll be awesome to hear of their adventures though, and I'm hoping that we'll get to keep in touch throughout the year. Pak Lilik drove me back to my host family after the sendoff, and I spent the evening unpacking and settling back into my place here in Semarang. I was welcomed back warmly, and I found myself to be quite excited to be back here.

This morning at 8AM, I met with people at the church to discuss my schedule for the year. I have not just one, but two desks at the church as I am fulfilling roles in both the school and the church for the year. I received such a friendly welcome there too, and I realized that this year is going to be absolutely AWESOME. I was amazed at how much Bahasa Indonesia I could understand, and was complimented on my language capabilities (not that they're amazing, but it was better than I thought!). My responsibilities this year vary quite a bit- I will be teaching, helping in Sunday school, helping with the Compassion program (which I'm sure I'll know more about once I get started), and a few other things here and there. I know that the year won't be without its challenges, but I think that it's really going to be a lot of fun! It will certainly be busy and diverse, which is exactly what I like.
 
One of my desks! I got a nice little welcome note!


I'm not sure what the rest of this weekend looks like, but I start my position on Monday, and so I'm just enjoying the down time I have right now. I'm looking forward to getting a better grasp on what my weeks will look like, and once I know that, I'll fill you all in!

I hope you're all enjoying what I've heard has been beautiful weather at home! (And for those of you serving with SALT, I also hope that the weather has been manageable for you!)

Have a wonderful day!
Love,
Ellery

Monday, October 10, 2011

Out With a Bang!


Mari, Orang-orang! (“Hey there, people!”)

I am officially in the home stretch of our orientation and language training! In some ways it feels like I’ve been here forever, but at the same time, I cannot believe how fast these last six weeks have gone. We packed a ton into them, and yet still had ample downtime. It’s really cool to think about how far we’ve come in the last six weeks. While our language learning may have hit a plateau about two weeks in (the downside of having so many opportunities to speak English), our ability to be more and more independent grew each day, and I have had no reason to complain about a lack of independence over these past couple of weeks especially. The more we put ourselves out there, the more friends we’ve made here, and thus the more opportunities we’ve had to do fun things (and we’ve almost always had willing chauffeurs). I realized last night that we truly have made some wonderful Indonesian friends here in Salatiga, and was overwhelmed by their kindness and generosity at a really beautiful send-off party that was thrown for us YALTers. I’ll get to that later though…

Friday was a BIG day for me. Since the day we arrived in Indonesia, we have been talking about the (entirely optional) opportunity we would have to hike Merbabu, the third tallest mountain in Central Java. (This may not sound like a very impressive claim to fame, but for me to climb a legitimate mountain- not just a glorified hill- is an accomplishment worth noting, so I thought I’d throw this fun fact in.) I had made the decision upon arrival in Indonesia that I would seize every opportunity that presented itself, and so I had no choice but to say yes to the hike. I awaited this day with a mix of excitement and a sense impending doom, but it came regardless, and by 4:30 PM, I found myself in a little mountain village, laden with camping gear (yes, an overnight endeavour!), filled with determination and a twinge of regret that I’d opted to do this over baking cookies and watching Phantom of the Opera at Karen and Major’s.

I was a bit worried when I found myself gasping for air before we were even off of the village’s cobblestone road, but I eventually settled into a (glacial) pace, and two hours later, after two far-too-short breaks, we arrived at base camp. There, we pitched three tents, and started a campfire. Eager to make the most of this experience, I informed the group that I didn’t need a tent- I would be sleeping under the starry sky, in true camping spirit. About an hour later, once the fire died down, and the body heat from the hike had long worn off, I found myself to be the first person inside a tent, bundled in two of everything, wrapped in my paper-thin sleeping bag (one shortcut I took in an attempt to minimize the weight of the backpack), deeply regretting not hauling up the parka that Pak Lilik had lent me for the hike. (When I had told him I didn’t need it, he looked at me skeptically and said “Well I hope you’re right.” I wasn’t.)

Hanging out at Base Camp. The crazed gleam in my eye denotes my true feelings. We're attempting to make grilled cheese here!

We had allotted ourselves four hours to sleep before waking up at 3AM to complete the trek to the summit for sunrise. (I slept for maybe fifteen minutes, and spent the rest of the night trying out different tactics to keep warm.) Finally, our alarms went off, and we were on our way again, with flashlights in hand. Freezing and exhausted, I hauled my weak body over logs and up rocks, slipping over and over again on the bone-dry, dusty path and loose gravel. There were times when I thought I wouldn’t make it, and I was livid at no one in particular for leading me to believe that I could reach the summit. For once in my life, however, my spiteful nature turned out to be a blessing; Jason, fed up with our speed (or lack thereof), said to me, “Well, I’m going to go ahead. If I don’t see you there, I’ll assume you didn’t make it.” My eyes narrowed, and my jaw clenched. Oh I’ll make it, I resolved, In fact, I’ll make it before you do. The audacity to assume I may not make it!” While I did not exactly make it before Jason (or even before sunrise), I heaved myself over the last ridge (I had gotten a smidge overeager to reach the goal a few minutes prior, and had spent my last reserves of energy attempting to get out of the pickle I found myself in when I attempted to scale what I thought was the path, but turned out to be a slippery wall of rock), and onto the summit at about 6:30AM. One might assume that I would be filled with adrenaline, excited to take in the view. Not I. I cast a weak “I made it!” smile at the group before curling up into a ball and falling asleep. 

I didn’t make it to the summit for sunrise, but I think that this view may have been even more beautiful…

 When I was able to move again, I took the time to observe the view. It was a cloudy day, which made it even more awesome, because all we could see was a sea of puffy white clouds, and a few other mountain peaks poking out around us. I was filled me with a sense of awe, that my non athletic, wildly out of shape self could hike so high as to be above the clouds. 

I made it to the Summit! Merbabu makes Andong (the last mountain I climbed) seem like a mere hill. Behind me is the tip of Merapi, one of the world’s most active volcanoes.


We hung out at the summit for awhile, and then began the trek back to the bottom, which, while slow, was not nearly as difficult as the upward hike. We were back at base camp by mid-morning, and I was truly rewarded for my efforts then, when I saw not just one, but THREE wild monkeys in the nearby trees! I can finally check that off of my list of things I want to see in my lifetime.

Don’t pity my seemingly pathetic excitement- the monkeys looked a lot closer in real life! (In case you cannot see him, he’s pretty much in the middle of the picture, directly to the left of the tree that is missing some bark).

The remainder of the hike went by relatively uneventfully, and we were back at the cars- filthy, hungry, thirsty, and tired- by early afternoon on Saturday. We stopped for a quick lunch and then headed to our homes, where I took an hour-long mandi (it took an exceptional amount of water and scrubbing to get the dirt off my body), and was sound asleep by 7:30 PM.

This is my cozy little room at Pak Lilik and Ibu Christine’s. Cleanliness is not my strong point.


 On Sunday morning, I attempted to get out of bed, and found that my legs were nearly useless. I spent a solid minute or two just trying to stand up, and then hobbled toward the bathroom, much to the amusement of Pak Lilik, who asked me how I was feeling (“Not well” was my response). Pak Lilik and Ibu Christine took pity on me however, and after church I was treated to a full (and I mean full- it took me by surprise) body massage by a tiny old Ibu with three teeth and deceptively strong hands. She took her job seriously, and ensured that not even one patch of sore leg would be missed. She laughed and laughed as I attempted to endure the pain. It felt good in a way, but it will certainly be a few days before my legs make a full recovery.

On Sunday night, we were invited to Bu Rini’s, a really beautiful restaurant nearby, for a going-away party that was put together by some of the girls we’ve gotten to know through language study. These girls have done so much for us in the last six weeks- taking us places, inviting us to events, sending texts of encouragement, helping us with language practice, giving us rides- and yet it was them who threw us a party! I have just been blown away by the warm welcome we’ve received here in Salatiga, and last night was yet another reminder of how blessed we have been thus far. They had even made brownies from scratch for us (a difficult task, we were informed), knowing that we love to eat, and knowing that we’ve been craving Western food. They also booked a special angkota to take us home afterward, as the angkotas stop running around 5:30 PM.

Della, Desi, and Via, our new Indonesian friends, threw us a beautiful going-away party at Bu Rini’s. Thank-you so much, girls! (Jason hears “you’re really tall!” a lot here).


Today was our last Monday of language training. I decided last night that there was no way in the world that I would be able to bike to school this morning (the smallest incline sends shooting pain through my calves), so Pak Lilik kindly drove me to school. I got the chance to talk to my parents before class started- they had just finished watching Amazing Race, which took place in Indonesia this week! 

The rest of the week is filled with final adventures, packing, and saying good bye to those we've met this week. I'm sad to be leaving Salatiga, but excited to begin my placement in Semarang.

That's it for today! Have an awesome day, everyone!
Love,
Ellery