today, after (not)sleeping over at Norman's house. i waited for my bus home since my driver wasn't available to pick me up. with my head slightly woozy and a cup of coffee in my hands, a middle-aged man greeted me in English and as we waited he told me about how he learned English himself after a brief explanation of how my English was close to perfection. minutes passed as we talked about the difference between Indonesia and European culture. between Indonesia's colorful personality and European's classic features, ho the informed me that he was the translator t the Moroccan embassy. what a day!