the HUTTEMANS learning the Indonesian LANGUAGE and CULTURE Over the past week, our little neighborhood has kept very busy…in fact, the whole month of February has been crammed full of activity. One reason–that we’ve heard–is that no one was allowed to hold a group event all of the month before. Why? That we haven’t heard yet (or heard and just straight up didn’t understand).
Some of the gatherings that we’ve been invited to have been: weddings, circumcision parties, spiritist dances, funerals. To each one we received an invitation of one kind or another. The photo below is the invitation we received to the latest RT (neighborhood) men’s meeting. It was good that we got this one in time, because as you’ll notice (if you can read Indonesian) this one was held at OUR HOUSE!
MEANING: the party is at MR. MICHAEL'S
So last Friday night, we borrowed 50 glasses, bought 50 boxed snacks, rolled out some grass mats in our hurriedly emptied garage, and hosted a bunch of guys from our RT for a few hours. Maybe the next time I’m chosen (a story in itself…ask me about it sometime) I’ll have a better grasp on what I should be doing. As it was, my guests were more than gracious with my many blunders.
