It’s funny being in a foreign country for awhile how easy it is to get used to not understanding surrounding conversations. I always thought it would bother me to not be able to eves drop. After almost 2 months out of the US Ray and I both were startled when hearing:
“Remember the pizza we had in Vermont?”
It will probably be a snippet of conversation we will remember.We never saw the couple and I’m not even sure where we were but I do remember how my ears perked up.
How many aisles of steam irons or coffee pots do you really need to choose from? Mustafa Center is on many of the “must visit” lists in Singapore for it’s unique shopping experience. We were overwhelmed by not only the variety of items on sale and the amount of each one to pick from but underwhelmed by the visit. It was too much of everything.
We are settling into our one bedroom apartment over the past week. It’s nice and roomy and has everything we need. The kitchen is a bit odd though. It is not part of the air conditioned rooms but is open to the outside. It’s a long room with the kitchen at one end and the washer and dryer at the other which is where the open end is. It is an odd environment but one that I’ve gotten used to. There is no oven so guess I’ll have to figure out another way to make Thanksgiving turkey.
Smog here isn’t too bad in August although it is hazy some mornings and I do clean crusties out of my eyes from time to time. Everywhere we walk we see metal cans burning prayer money and fat piles of printed paper. Not sure yet if it’s Hindu or Buddhist groups but it’s everywhere. I feel that is where most of the haze comes from.
Things are expensive but better prices are around if you look hard enough. The S’poreans love to shop and eat, that’s for sure.