Today I wake up listening to the same chanting that lulled me to sleep last night. I have so many questions. Is it a recording or is it some truly devoted Buddhists who is helping a community become peaceful and Zen-like? In my new teacher packet, it was suggested to bring earplugs because some do not like the chanting. Let’s put it this way, I hope I never tire of the serene cadence that comes from this monastery.
Today is a day of shopping. We receive our “settling in money” so we can go purchase things for our house. Our extremely helpful volunteer veteran teacher, Scott, has arranged all kinds of trips. First, we go to a Wal-Mart-like place, and then we go the American Club for lunch. This is available to us by membership (which I will be joining because it is the only place in town that sells a product most woman under 50 use quite often and that I thought I was finished using but my body had something different in mind and yes, I had to ask my new friend Scott to make a purchase for me! I will not say I have never been so embarrassed, but this does come close.)
We go to the grocery which is a very modern market with much more than I had ever imagined as well as local fare; we go to the rattan shop --I use the term shop loosely as it is a narrow shop in an open-air market with room for one to look at the owner’s hand made baskets and furniture. I buy, buy, buy and then I need sleep. I do not think I have ever been this tired.
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