All of the newness, the stimuli coming from everywhere, is
something I miss about Indonesia. I was admittedly a little overwhelmed by this
when I was there but looking back now I feel in withdrawal. I miss having small
surprising moments of cultural differences appear to me. I miss how good a cold
Coca Cola tastes after baking in the heat walking around all day. The fruit was
exotic and a really unique experience. The people were as interested in us as
we were in them. They were very welcoming and patient with my attempts at
speaking bahasa Indonesia with them. I think I left a small part of my heart in
Indonesia, a land so foreign I thought I might never go back, but now I can’t
imagine never finding myself there again.
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