Here in Indonesia, I live in the apartment over from another young, female teacher.
Over the past week (though it’s hard to believe I have really only been here 1 week), we have had quite the bonding experience.
First, we were put to live in the same dorm-type apartment while our apartments were finished. Nothing out of the ordinary here, coming from a college situation.
On Sunday, we went to get massages.
SIDE NOTE: I have had so many people ask about “how hard must be!” to move to Indonesia. I have been realizing recently that, in many ways, it is the move back to the states that will be difficult. I am quickly growing accustomed to $5/hour massages (and pedicures, manicures, etc.).
Anyway, the masseuses led us into our curtained corners of the spa where we undressed and lay down for our massages. After a few minutes, the Indonesian lady came in, grinning a huge, toothy grin. Very proud of her stellar accommodations, she whipped open the curtain between us – surprise couples’ massage!
Thankfully, new neighbor is actually very nice and an answer to the dear-God-I-really-want-someone-to-travel-with prayers that I’ve been praying as of late. This said, though, can you imagine moving in and going for a couple’s massage with your neighbor? Count your blessings.