Even though we’ve only been here about 4 months, the regular sights and sounds of this place can already feel so ordinary that you forget to stop and look and listen. I don’t notice the huge mosque on the horizon as I walk down the narrow market street filled with men and women selling their produce and snacks. I don’t hear the constant ringing of the cicada’s outside anymore, even though they used to drive me crazy. The man pedaling his bicycle cart full to the brim with bread and cakes rolls by with hardly a glance from me. But when you do stop to take it all in, it’s a pretty amazing place to live.
Burris Family, living in Asia Pacific