The girls and I have finally figured out the hotel shuttles. (when I say figure out, I mean a)coming to the realization that they exhist b) interpreting the military time schedule and c) feeling comfortable and energetic enough to use this service.

So yesterday, we used the shuttle to go down to the local mall.  Here, malls are everything, and they are HUGE.  People eat at them, socialize at them, buy groceries at them, watch movies at them...work out at them.  I haven't seen a church in a mall yet...but everything else IS.  So, we took the shuttle to the mall on Monday, and here was our wierd experience:

It was so wierd, and familiar...that I started to choke up right there.  Usually, I tune the radio in the stores out, because at least half of it isn't in English.  Saying that I tune it out is relative...as they play it *very* loudly.  Almost as if going to the grocery is for entertainment, rather than to buy needful things...like peanutbutter and bread for my food revolting daughters.

As we were walking around, the radio went 'blah, blah, blah'(this is Malay to me...) and then blah, Dr Dobson.  Then he began to speak about parenting.  The girls and I must have looked so odd, standing underneath a speaker, simutaneously crying, clapping and laughing.  It was so sweet to hear a familiar voice!

Then we went on our way, trying to find some sort of tinned meat to go into our soup, and finding only spam, and about 20 different varieties of canned fish.  ( I had hoped that I could put together some simple meals in our hotel, because we are sick to death of eating out!)

Loveya!

*Kore*