Yesterday our language teacher asked a student who had recently returned from vacation in east Asia where she had stayed. "In a sunduk," she replied. The teacher looked really confused, and I couldn't really figure out why. "Sunduk" was pretty close to "funduk," the word for hotel that she was fumbling for. It took a few seconds, but they did get it cleared up.
Today, with a different teacher, we learned what a "sunduk" is:
I'll never be Pollyanna, but my worldview says that life has purpose, and a happy heart can have a perpetual smorgasbord! This blog is my own little dinner party to celebrate both the obvious and the elusive joys of life.
In its early days, the blog celebrated a life in residential care with a heap of delightful young people. It has morphed with my jobs in social services, communications, and education. Now it peeks in on life overseas, as I learn another language and culture.
Yes, some of the jokes and highlights are "you-had-to-be-there" ones, but many are universal portrayals of human nature, complete with idiosyncrasies. Please come in and enjoy the feast!
(For background on the origin of the blog's title, see its inaugural post.)
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