Okay, so I had a really weird moment today at the pasar (our local market). Something washed over me amid the oppressive heat, and the crowds of people squeezing past me and, yes, even the smells, which I won’t mention. All of a sudden I felt like it was Thanksgiving. For just a brief moment […]
“Anyone want to go to the pasar with me?” I occasionally ask the kids.
Their answer? No whoops of joy, no hollers of “yes, Mom, please!” Just moans, groans, and fists beating the floor.
I get it. The pasar, or open market, is not the most enjoyable place to visit. It stinks, there are puddles […]