Giving thanks, a tribut to my dad and the angels on high...

The holiday season is in full bloom and with it comes an awaited excitement- THANKS BE TO GOD! So happy to feel a little seasonal and spiritual familiarity.
Thursday we celebrated our first Thanksgiving without blood relatives. I say "blood" because we celebrated with our dear friends who have become our extended family. It was a beautiful time. However, we did miss our family back home.
On Friday, we recreated another turkey meal adorned with green bean casserole, home-made mashed potatoes, pumpkin cupcakes and chicken wings for Mike's Indonesian crew members. A bunch of them came, enjoyed an all-American meal and shared their beautiful laughter with us. I tried several times to speak (and botched) Bahasa Indonesia with them and was received pretty well (I think they appreciated the effort?). It was one of those moments where I realized that we are here to teach them and they are here to teach us-- they learnt about our cultural traditions and we are always learning about theirs. An ongoing benediction in our lives.
The togetherness of friends via events is endless and this month was Movember. Movember is a charity for men's health. It focuses not only on prostate and testicular cancer awareness but mental health, as well. So the men got the opportunity to grow mustaches for the entire month as part of the fundraising efforts (there were some unique looking 'stashes, I must say). This Saturday we celebrated Movember by a night of generous donations, auction items and card-playing. It was an awesome night that brought in roughly $10,000.00 (unmatched). I not only got to help a little bit but was able to thank everyone who came to support the cause and thank our friends who put it together but I was able to share my dad's story of his battle with cancer. He is a true inspiration, beacon of strength and stronger than me on my good days. It was an awesome night. I am very proud of my dad and this community's generosity! To conclude the evening, I got to shave Mike's mustache off-- PHEW.
As I said the holiday season has really made it's appearance. We have been able to attend two Christmas concerts so far. The first was a choir and orchestra that were absolutely gifted and tonight, the kids and I joined our friends to see their daughter dance as an angel. I was so filled with emotion! The concerts brought me such humility and happiness!
Soon everyone will be leaving again for holiday and I am very excited about this week as I will get to go caroling and join the ladies for a Christmas exchange before the mass departure. However, it's these occasions that hit me hard and make me miss my family back home.
We have only 21 days until we go on our next trip and this time it will be on two separate islands in Indonesia. Christmas in Yogyakarta and New Year's in Bali. Very exciting but another milestone-- our first Christmas away from family.
As always, to be continued...   

  

The joys of being a stay-at-home mom and my first farewell...

As we are quickly approaching our 6 month anniversary, I am still trying to manage the schedule, to-dos and lifestyle here. Ok the lifestyle, I think I have figured out and totally love. However, it's been a struggle to realize that I may have a few things here and there to do or places to go or people to see but a lot of stuff comes up last minute and the inconsistency is freaking me out a little (not complaining, of course). From being a total planner, knowing what to expect at all times, it's just not like that here and on the seat of my pants I must fly and enjoy the ride. I am creating my own schedule for school which is the priority during the day.
The joy in such opportunities include being a stay-at-home mom. I have been helping out at the kiddos school. I assist Mason's teacher from taking pictures, to cutting things out etc.- no matter what it is I get to do it and it's awesome! In Hannah's class I have been teaching them yoga every Thursday. This week they each got a letter of the alphabet and got to create their own yoga pose inspired by the letter. It's these moments and baking for the teacher's birthday or making treats for Halloween that are absolutely priceless.

The downside of living here is everyone will leave at some point. Yesterday, I experienced my first farewell(s) luncheon. My friend said "it's like going to a funeral. Everyone reminisces about you and there is a slide show of pictures of you..." etc.. She was so right and just like at funerals there were lots of tears. There are two women leaving (one who has been here 20 years and another 5 years), both were some of my biggest yoga supporters. They are truly loving and amazing women and I had a very special bond with them. While sitting there in tears with all the ladies, I began thinking about how sad I was to see these ladies leave and that I probably wont see them again but it was the thought of my poor kiddos going through this with their friends here and how they had to go through it before they left. I acknowledge it's part of the deal here but it's definitely not easy. One thing that seemed to be repeated was to enjoy how precious this place is and especially the women but don't have just one friend because some day they will leave too.     

As always, to be continued...

The sights and sounds of Christmas and an unexpected visitor...

This weekend was another blessing. Friday night we went to dinner with friends and we all came back to our house for a card game- a late night but a great time. Saturday was spent with Christmas music- playing Manheim Steamroller (a Herring tradition of Christmas music- it only took 3 days to download) and the kids and I putting up the tree and Christmas decorations. Our dear friend helped us and joined us for dinner and Christmas movies. It was a wonderful day. Mike even made home-made ice cream!
Today (Sunday) I began the task of cleaning up our maids' quarters in anticipation of a fulltime maid. We have decided that this is the direction we want to go, especially while I am immersed in school. I am excited to learn more of the Indonesian culture but nervous at the same time. I am sure everything will be just wonderful!
Speaking of Christmas, it's very hard to grasp what time of year it is and be in the spirit of the "Holiday Season". There aren't any leaves changing to gold, no cold air meeting your breath, no snow falling or the hustle-bustle of crazy shoppers. It's the same weather day after day, it's the same day after day like a time warp- until today. Today, we had a very unexpected visitor (the typing mom winks), SANTA! We suddenly heard music and Hannah and Mason's name over a PA outside. We all jumped up to find out what the commotion was and wouldn't you know it (another wink), here comes Santa, in a (motorized) chariot with elves, music and presents! It was awesome!!!!!! Poor Mason was napping and I pulled him out of his bed in deep slumber, he had no idea what the heck was going on. I actually started to get teary- it was so beautiful to see the group of smiles and excitement over sharing Christmas joy with Hannah and (grumpy) Mason. It was wonderful to feel the Christmas cheer- finally! After many pictures they went on their way back to the North Pole leaving the kiddos with their presents. Suddenly, little Hannah pipes up and says "mom, Santa has the same wrapping paper as us" UGH busted! Fear went through me and all I could say was "well it was very popular wrapping paper at the time I bought it.". Ah saved (this time). They opened their gifts and happiness filled our home.
Now, not to forget the up-and-coming Thanksgiving, the Americans plan to turkey-it-up all day on the 28th and dabble in many treats of home and comfort. I know we all have many thanks to give! We are all looking forward to the experience of Thanksgiving in the jungle in a different country. It's going to be interesting! More on that, for sure!

As always, to be continued...     

The unexpected sadness from presents and being of the minority...

Just one day after our amazing trip to Australia our sea freight arrived. It was just as everyone said it would be: CHRISTMAS! We were frantically tearing at the boxes to see what treasures awaited us after almost six months. There were a few items that were long lost treasures of desire and need; the rest was just the same ol’ stuff. It’s amazing how much you learn to live without and sad how much one family can own and take advantage of when there are children, not so far away, starving to death.

It was fun to start really making this home our home- our many pictures now hang on the, once bare, walls, the kids have their toys and me, my kitchen stuff. However, we did receive all of our dog’s stuffed animals. It was such a terrible feeling. Hannah and Mason were very upset. We all miss her so very much. The thing that hit me the hardest was the unexpected sadness of putting the kids’ books on our new bookshelf. The memories of them sitting on their beds, at our only home in Colorado, and us reading the same books to them there and placing those books of the bookshelf in Hannah’s old room. It was sad. A time in our lives that once was and will never be the same again. So tightly I hold onto those memories and embrace the new ones here.

We are still unpacking and it will take time but life here goes on and a swift pace. I was asked to participate in the International Day celebration and there I found myself amongst many, many Indonesian women and very few expatriates. They are all so very sweet but it’s hard being the minority. They speak Bahasa Indonesia very quickly and it’s overwhelming at times (sympathy for Mike comes to play). Despite cultural differences, we, yet again, came together, bonded and had a great time! The show was amazing! Another blessing!

As always, to be continued……

A place down under and the end of the world…. (as she smiles)

As I am typing this I am 22,000 feet in the air in a Virgin Airline 737. It amuses me that, as I am quickly learning, I really don’t care to fly. Coming from the girl who made it to a second interview for United Airlines to become a Flight Attendant. Funny how things are truly meant to be. I love the hub-bub of flying but the thought of being suspended 22,000 feet above ground with nothing underneath frightens me and with turbulence I am a bundle of white-knuckle joy sitting with a fake smile as to not freak my kids out. Flying will now be a huge part of our lives.

We have been traveling for two weeks "down under" through the Northern and Eastern coasts of Australia. Not only has it been the trip of a lifetime for the four of us but for my parents and mother-in-law.

We first arrived in Cairns, Australia. What a lovely eclectic city. What was most interesting was anxiously awaiting our parents at the airport. It was like being a kid again waiting to open presents on Christmas morning. We finally greeted them after five months when the three of them dropped us off at the airport to partake in our life adventure. Hannah and Mason couldn’t even stand how excited they were. The three of them appeared through the door it was as if my heart was going to explode. I have never been this far away from my parents for this long. I just needed my mom and dad, Mike his mom and the kiddos the grandparents that have always been such a big part of their little lives. We hugged and cried and it was as if we never missed a moment. It was magical.

In Cairns we stayed at a beautiful, spacious and modern style penthouse that had four bedrooms, two bathrooms and a semi-private pool with a view of the coast across the street. “Wow” is all we could say. We spent three days catching up, laughing, playing Uno, sight-seeing, enjoying the early mornings looking out on the ocean and snorkeling in the Great Barrier Reef. Just the most fantastic start to a fabulous trip.

On the fourth day, we joined a Royal Caribbean cruise ship and yes I will gladly say “hello” to, yet another, checkmark on my bucket list. Now this was a whole new experience of glutenous goodness and reward for working so hard- a little (or a lot) spoilage. It was a new dynamic of togetherness where we visited the unique port towns, played roulette, the kids swam, we ate, we swam, we ate, went to a few shows, held some Koala Bears, got to pet some Kangaroos and then ate some more. One night after a show we walked outside on the ship deck and there was a full moon. I got to see firsthand why it was once thought that the earth was flat and the end of the ocean was the end of the world. It was so quiet and surreal to see the waves dancing under the moonlit sky and as far as I could see the world just ended. At that moment everything was alright. I just slowly inhaled the brisk sea air and mentally pressed pause to revel in the moment- I had my hubby, my kiddos, my parents and my mother-in-law all happy, healthy and safe. It was a delightful experience and I will play that moment over and over for years to come.

After the sweet indulgences of the sea we docked in Sydney. Another checkmark, please (and a few for my friends)! We gathered in two lush apartments with the best view in the city- the opera house AND the cruise ship we had just enjoyed. But mostly the opera house! Again we traveled the city, smelled the flowers in the botanic gardens, went to the aquarium and last, but not least, delighted in a musical at the famous Sydney Opera House- to be apropos the musical was South Pacific!! A lovely end to a great trip. Sadly, with tears, we said goodbye and away we went on our way back to a strange country without our comfort.  

We arrived in Bali (Bali High as my kiddos call it now (South Pacific)) and it wasn’t strange. The, once before, timid feeling was now one of assurance and familiarity. Indonesia is now home. The idiosyncrasies of Indonesia are now accepted and giggled upon. We made our way home, several hours later, and topped it off with a gorgeous chopper ride of the vast green mountainside. Cheers to a beautiful holiday and trip of a lifetime!

As always to be continued….      

Kickin' up dust, silly circus and grieving...

The days and weeks in Tembag fly so quickly and are fun-filled. It's a good and bad thing. We love keeping busy but we get exhausted! I love this place and Hannah and Mason are flourishing.
Mike and I were able to kick up some dust at the Redpath Stampede. Like I have said before the parties here are out-of-this-world amazing. The décor was, as always, perfectly western with a Spanish flare. They had great food, a flamenco dancer, live music and even an electric bull. The bull cracks me up because we are hard pressed at times to get just the staples of food that we need but we can get an electric bull. ? Odd. It was a fun evening.
The kiddos are doing well in school and have been blessed to have a small group from Australia who are in a circus has come to teach them. They have been here for almost two weeks and are a fan favorite amongst the kids. They have taught them several balancing tricks and acrobatics. The final show is Wednesday night where they will get to showcase their newly learned talent for us parents. It's a very important and special opportunity for them because there are very little extracurricular activities. It's a shame. But we work with what we have. So silly circus it will be.
We've have checked off another month of survival here. Jokingly of course. But the process of this transition is interesting. I compare it to the process of grieving. I know that, that sounds weird but coming from two people who have barely traveled and have been pretty much isolated throughout our life, it's been a huge emotional experience. For example, for me in particular, I was excited to move and for the tremendous opportunity but the realty has been difficult. Don't get me wrong it's a true blessing but not without it's challenges. Just as the steps of grieving, I have experienced denial, anger, bargaining, depression and I am now at the stage of acceptance. The panicky feeling of needing to go home or extreme feelings of doubt are fading. The validation is being witnessed in my children's' continuous laughter and development, the increase in strength in our marriage and the ever-growing knowledge within Mike's career. We are very lucky to be here and, with all things, accept and acknowledge that there is always good and bad wherever we will be and need to make the best of it.
 

All for the cause and never cease to be amazed...

It's funny, as I was sitting next to a dear friend of mine, she laughs and says this place is like the Desperate House Wives of Tembagapura. I think what she means, and I agree, that it isn't drama or anything like that, it's that there are so many amazing women here. They all have character to each their own and unique stories. The women have tremendous differing talents, grace and loveliness. They have such big hearts and all would do anything for anyone. It is very true that a camera crew would keep very busy and entertained filming the various lives of the women and families here. Not to mention the stories of the men who go up every day and work in the largest gold and copper mine in the world.  
Today all of us women gathered for a charity event called the Pink Tea. Now the events here are out-of-this-world amazing. The women who put these events together leave no detail out. I thought I knew how to throw a party but this is a whole new level.
The Pink Tea's intent is to raise funds for a few charities for breast cancer. A few international charities and a local, Indonesian charity. It was mentioned that in Indonesia, most of the time, when breast cancer is discovered is it already at stage four due to lack of education and religious barriers.
The Tea was held in the restaurant where there were white linen-lined tables and chairs with pink sarongs tied around them. The tables were delicately decorated with beautiful lanterns as centerpieces with tiny boxes full of treats as gifts to each lady. The walls were lined with an abundance of gift baskets, paintings, jewelry and flowers, all donated as part of the silent auction.  One wall was encrusted from one end to the other of bras. Each bra was personally decorated by the women as a competition and fund raiser. The bras completely baffled me! The time and talent that each woman put into them was inspirational. The bras varied from a metal "Zina" like look to a feathered bird to massive sparkles to beans and pasta. That was really fun. There was a tree in the middle of one of the tables that held hearts with names of friends and family members who are battling cancer. I placed a name on the tree of a friend back home who is battling ovarian cancer. There were also tons of door prizes, food and drinks.
The entertainment was a drumming group of comprised of ladies called the Thunder Ladies (I think that is the name). They were awesome!
The blessing of the event came when two beautiful ladies of Tembagapura shared their personal stories of beating breast cancer. Two quotes, one from each of their stories moved me- "happiness is a choice" and "don't be afraid". Their stories brought us all to tears.
The event was truly moving. The time, talent and monetary donations of the women, the company and other companies was absolutely stunning. We all had such a great time and raised a lot money for a great cause. It never ceases to amaze me how lucky we are to be apart of this adventure in this tiny little town.  

The magical stairs into the clouds...

In conjunction with another, very, busy weekend we finally climbed, as the kids call them, "the magical stairs". These stairs reside on the road from Tembagapura to Hidden Valley (from the lower town of the highlands to the upper town of the highlands). Theses stairs' purpose and intent is unknown but I do know they pleasantly feed the imaginations of my little angels' minds.
Blessed with amazingly, gorgeous weather, after a bumpy bus ride up, we walked down part of the road to get to the stairs with buses and mine equipment passing by. The stairs came into view and the kiddos were super excited yet a little nervous with the unknown adventure that was about to commence! We climbed over a tiny stream at the base and up we went. The stairs look like they came from a wicked movie. The slats of the stairs are made up of tiny 4x1s, unevenly spaced and unevenly placed side to side. They are nicely slicked with black, tar-like moss with one rope on the right side laced with invisible slime. We all became more aware of our balance and focus, Mason especially. The staircase tips, bends and climbs into an overgrown jungle full of singing birds and scurrying lizards- "Lizzie the Lizard" and "Frank" followed us all the way up.
Hannah bravely lead the way with immense confidence! She communicated the necessary navigations of the wooded route. Up and up we went until we came to a building. An old guard shack, we assume. Tattered with graffiti, litter, old clothes and a haunting essence of something not right, we moved on. Shortly up from the building is a random platform- a site-seer's paradise that overlooks the many peaks and waterfalls of the towering local mountains (thanks to good weather). A few pictures later Hannah took the lead once more.  
Very shortly an "uh-oh" was uttered by our fearless, little, leader- a large tree had fallen and destroyed our only path. Mike stepped up and ushered us over the obstacle and another tree was encountered, again with his help, it was safely succeeded by the Gines family.
Finally, we reached the beginning of the top of the staircase. A flatter area there was more evidence of the local villagers' existence. The grounds were flattened, groomed, an old burned-out fire pit of used wood lay quiet, trash, gloves and clothes- all empty and left behind. We finally made it up to the top and civilization came into view. Our jungle trip came to an end and we walked to our next adventure- a one year olds' birthday party. All just apart of living in the jungle. It was a great adventure!
It has been a fabulous weekend.