You may have been worrying about us. That we didn't make our flight, or that the flight didn't make it. Or that Vietnam didn't want to let us go... We still have to tell you how much we liked it there. But for now, I'd like to tell you about today.
As Marley said it, you shouldn't worry, not about us, not about a thing!
'Cause every little thing's gonna be alright!'
We had a great day doing nothing. Well, first of all I should mention that Klaus and I are in Indonesia now, at lake Toba to be precise. We flew to Medan, had a better time in this busy city than expected (got lost and then saved by locals, people here are amazing!) and then took the bus to go south for some holidays. Yes, that's right! It's holidays, not traveling.
Because we're not really trying to learn the language, learn about the culture or get involved in any other possible way with the country. We weren't trying to, but it still happened, on this day when we did nothing.
Sleeping long, time doesn't matter. Our little traditional cabin on the lake is big enough to give room to breathe, but has a tiny door to crawl through. The lake is still fresh in the late morning and the breakfast is simple but filling. Then we spent all day lying in our hammocks, listen to the water break at the lakeshore, to the big bugs flying around and to great music. While reading a book. I feel almost overwhelmed by art, which sounds strange, but I had the feeling we're not giving music and literature the time and attention that would be healthy for us.
Eventually we HAD to go out and at least walk around a little; we found a place full practically new born puppies. It's cuteness hard to believe, not even thinking of describing it! And while we're busy cuddling, suddenly an Indonesian man walk over to us, singing. Yes, he was singing in full volume looking straight at me, in a language I didn't understand but with an expression saying: "This is a good day!" I looked at him, perplexed, then at Klaus, asking: "Is this really happening?" But Klaus just smiled, and so did I. The man kept singing like a long lost popstar and we cuddled and stared.
We went back to our hammocks, almost euphoric, read some more and when the sun set we lay on the floor listening to music. It felt like the best not-doing-anything-day ever!
Dinner was gonna be the highlight. And it is! I just got to read some sweet emails from home and to eat a great pasta. They like veggies here in Indonesia! The best thing is that we ended up in a restaurant where nobody else ate but which has a local pub across the street where people play the guitar and sing folk songs (and it has internet!). So we get live music all night, authentic music, stuff that even the chefs in our place sing along with. Believe me, it's hard not to be very content right now. On the risk of sounding overexcited: we have five more days in paradise, including buffaloes.
next morning
I really want to add what happened last night after dinner and when we went home. Nothing big, but it's the small things, you know, like salt...
We're lying in bed, somewhere in the neighbourhood people played the guitar and sang english songs, a nice sound to fall asleep to. Just when I was about to drift away, I heard them singing
"...don't worry, about a thing. Cause every little thing's gonna be alright..."
by Lia
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