Dinner in the Bamboo Village

Well, I feel a bit more seasoned after another day. Let me set the current scene:

My neighbor, Asher, is playing his french horn/sax (or something similar) to a latin/indian blend, as I sit here just having made my first salad on the island, waiting to meet my other neighbors for dinner. I met the 2nd grade teacher Mona, today as well as the newAustralian 4th grade teacher and his daughter. I invited them to dinner at Chad & Sarah's (place is bigger) but Mona said to come over there. Oh, and the evening chanting is happening now as well. it is at 6am and 6pm, at least that is what I hear form my bungalow.

So we will meet up in a few minutes there, a much nicer and larger open air bungalow. On my right is my new mountain bike (yeah!) and on my left in the kitchen is a frog that just hopped inside somehow. I am sipping a Bitang beer, and happy that I finally bought another layer for my bed. The frog is making his way to the open door, I think. I hope he isn't the poisonous kind. He made it to the bathroom. Good, he can escape out the shower. I finally bought the lovely multi-colored purple and white with shades of pink comforter, after seeing my options for two days. Not much, really. But I don't want to be cold again tonight. I feel better after the Australian, Shawn, said his wife also brought nothing for cold weather. Who knew I would need a layer 8 degrees below the equator?

And I found the proper cord for my computer so I can email without worry and I have come to the conclusion that my Ipod was taken out of my luggage. The earbuds are there in the ziplock, but no ipod. Oh well, I guess I didn't need it.

Tomorrow, Chad and I will explore on our bikes and skip trying to find a driver. today Asher, the neighbor playing the music, helped us find Agung to drive us to the stores. He was great! Taught me a little Indonesian and helped pick out the bike, as well as Chad, bike guru that he is. I feel blessed having such great folks around me. Oh, and Asher, super nice, is called the coffee guy, with Freak Coffee. He isn't a teacher but owes a few coffee shops in Ubud and also runs a kiosk at the Green School. Sweet!

Okay, have to run to dinner now.
Cheers.