Friday, August 26, 2011

Bali Bound

We leave for Bali in about three weeks.  We are super stoked to go back this year!  For the first month, I will be helping the volunteers orient, adjust and stay on track as they need.  It can be quite an adjustment to come to a different country than one's home, live in a small village, work in a very busy clinic, find food/housing/transport and handle the culture and language of both the country and the smaller microcosm of birth center life. 

Our family is drooling over eating lumpias, swimming, hugging our friends and family and serving at various places.  My E will turn 6 years old when we are there.  Her birthday wish is to bring dog leashes, collars and shampoos for the animal shelters and spend time with the dogs there.  She specifically is interested in a dog named, Scrumpy who she sees online.  B has her eyes on a one eyed dog named, Scuba!  They are fascinated by these dogs and already have love in their hearts.  We'll get to meet them if they have not already been adopted out.  There may be a way to be in touch with their adopted families, even.  Because E starts Kindy, she has some plans to spend time with the orphans at their school in our village.  We're bringing along fun stuff to share with them like puzzles and a Perry (parachute jumper) for each child.  We'll also keep our homeschool rhythm started here once we are settled in there.  We're bring along some books, toys, beeswax and planning to buy other craft supplies once we arrive.  Since Waldorf education is play based these first few years, I have no worries about striking a great balance.  The girls will have their dad and Ibu Duah on days when I am at the clinic. 

We are stoked!

2 comments:

Melinie said...

so excited for you but will miss you from afar like always. Yay for another Bali trip, I cannot wait to hear and see pictures all about it!

gunter fam said...

your precious son was born the last time i was there! i remember the moment i heard of his arrival. I was sitting on the little sofa in the office at the birth center, crying tears of joy for you and feeling bittersweet about not getting to be there with you. i asked my friend, ketherine to cut your yarn i had worn and prayed over for months.