|L-R Me, Elizabeth, Pari, Carin, Ash, Arjun|
|We play in a band... a gamelan band|
After lunch and jamming time, we wandered around the hotel garden, feeding the fish and waiting for our food stupor to subside. It was a lovely relaxing afternoon with wonderful friends... the kind of day I can't get enough of. It was topped off by a surprise cake from Elizabeth who had hidden it in the warung next door because the birthday ladies were always around and she couldn't get it past us.
|Feeding the fish and letting them grab our fingers|
|Wait. What? Who is turning 40?|
|You know that this guy knows how to party|
|I'm on a boat.. with my friends. (Jesse, Hotlin, me, Shannon,|
Sophie, Jaelin, George) Photo credit: Karen
|Ronald embracing his flouring as Nur, Hotlin and Jesse gloat|
and Etty hides... her birthday is coming up!
My actual birthday didn't start out so well. I was happy to get a phone call from my mom, who had figured out how to call me at the right time in Indonesia to be the first to say happy birthday, but I realized that I was not feeling great. Hotlin had planned a brunch, and I really didn't want to disappoint, or admit that I was sick on my birthday. Upon emerging from my room, howeve, I was greeted by a smiling Hotlin who had procured beautiful hibiscus flowers. My day began to brighten. I made a big mug of strong coffee and inquired about getting a massage. I was very pleased to hear that the "pijat" or local masseuse/healer/chiropractor would be coming to the house to treat one of the other brunch guests so it was likely that she could see me as well. And the day was a little brighter.
|Chilling with friends on my birthday made me happy l-r Jesse|
(who is looking at lyrics, being rude), Hotlin, Anto, Mary
After a steamy morning, there was a nice rain that cooled us down enough for an impromptu session of yoga on the beach. Flowing through asanas in time with the ocean was transcendent despite some intense gawking at the white folks doing weird things on the beach and the noises of a normal Saturday afternoon.
|Yoga on this beach... there are worse ways to spend your day|
|Shannon and the martabak cake|
We sat around in yet another food coma chatting and sipping on whisky (another rare treat) way past bedtime here in Sukadana (usually 9pm). Eventually, as is wont to happen here, the electricity cut out and we headed home.
|Nur, Asnat and Nomi enjoying the martabak cake|
|George with and empty plate and Ronald with no flour|
As I crawled into bed I had two thoughts. First, the only thing that could have made the birthday any better was the inclusion of my friends and family from home. Second... how did I get away without being covered in flour and egg?
I gave myself over to being 40 shortly after I turned 39. My 30s had some great events but, as is frequently the case with large emotional growth spurts, there was a lot of tough stuff too. All of this tough stuff leaves me entering my 40s with a better sense of who I am and how I want to travel through life than I have ever had... This is going to be fun!