A Starbucks Mocha Frap with a blueberry muffin. That’s what I ate for breakfast this morning, in the Soekarno-Hatta International Airport. It was delicious.
One curious thing, though: whenever I order a tall frap, I am served a grande. I don’t know why, but in a country with many small people, they only serve really big drinks at Starbucks.
I don’t know which Hindu god this is, but he might be battling a dragon for better deals for Christmas Eve shopping.
This is one of many gods we saw on our way into the city of Kuta, Bali. The fact that the “late night shopping” sign is in the background just adds a post-modern materialistic context to a very old religion. Hmm…I wonder what the rest of our trip will be like?
I love when I’m shooting and I find that, to my surprise, my candid photo has turned into a posed photo.
We were sitting in the Soekarno-Hatta Airport in Jakarta, waiting to leave on our Christmas trip to Bali and I was taking some photos. I thought I had Ben without his knowing it, and then he turned to look right up my lens as I shot this. Ha! My son cracks me up.
My family and I went on a trip with thirty (or more) of our closest new friends here in Indonesia. We travelled to Bandung, a city not too far from where we live, to visit a volcano, do some shopping, listen to some music, and have some fun. It was a good day and left me with some really happy memories. Hooray for everything, right?