
Food, volleyball, music and games of which reminded me of being at summer camp. I ended up talking to Elizabeth's staff more. Even though they were all in their twenties, our conversation was so, hmm how do I say it? Gossipy? They, mostly the girls, wanted to know more about my personal life, the girls I've dated and what I thought of the American girls. That one's easy, vocal, stubborn and sarcastic, but hey, these traits are good, really, I know I'm the same. The guys, just sat back and laughed at everything, but didn't really talk much.
Later that day, Tim, Elizabeth and I when to an Italian restaurant for dinner, and to our surprise, was so trendy. The hostess asked is we had reservations; we looked at each other with old expressions and replied "no". The rooftop restaurant was packed with westerners and even the women were wearing sleeveless shirts, which is prohibited in public in this province, even for westerners. The place seemed like it was plucked from San Francisco's North Beach District and plopped in the middle of Banda Aceh. And the best part, they served beer and wine.
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