When I was 29, my husband, my oldest son who was two at the time, and I spent a year and a half living on South Sulawesi in Indonesia. Thanks to the University of Michigan Alumni Association, this fall we finally had the opportunity to return to that incredible country.
I can show you some amazing photographs of ancient temples, dense, lush jungles and the dry landscape where komodo dragons make their home.
But my favorite day, by far, was a relatively simple day that I spent with a small group in Samarang. The old synapses were firing away and I was able to speak in Indonesian with a bus driver, a young man working in the tourism industry and several of the sweetest nuns you’ve ever met.
Here is one last image that fills in for the words that I can’t find.
