yesterday, when i arrived at Rangki to teach my dance class, i was overwhelmed by a cake and my students singing happy birthday to me. sister in law jero Man had organised flowers--all from Rangki--i was so touched. and then two of the students gave me gifts: one a hair clip with "diamonds" on it (very useful as I wear them all the time) and the other two bars of the cheapest soap on the market. now that put me over the edge...it doesn't matter that they are not the best dancers in the world, they are my students and we learn and laugh together (oh and eat cake). spent the day with my inlaws and then in the evening, before Arie and I set off to the banjar to pray (odalan) he brings out a cake for me. i am blessed.