Back in Portland, on a chilly winter's day, one will come in out of the cold and find that his glasses are immediately fogged over by the warm climate inside. Here in Bali, this is reversed. One exits an air-conditioned interior and immediately finds his glasses fogged by the hot air outside.
In Portland, we rush into the mall, or wherever, to find relief from the chill. In Bali, we rush into the mall, or wherever, to find relief from the heat.
It's all backwards, right?
Nonetheless, the Xmas songs are jingling along over the music system in Starbucks, Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra and so on. All the classics. It strikes me that people here must wonder what these singers are on about. Most have never seen snow. Most are only vaguely aware at best of what Xmas is about.
But oh well. They're mostly pleasant songs, whether you know what they're talking about or not (and, as far as that goes, most people don't speak English anyway).
In Portland, we rush into the mall, or wherever, to find relief from the chill. In Bali, we rush into the mall, or wherever, to find relief from the heat.
It's all backwards, right?
Nonetheless, the Xmas songs are jingling along over the music system in Starbucks, Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra and so on. All the classics. It strikes me that people here must wonder what these singers are on about. Most have never seen snow. Most are only vaguely aware at best of what Xmas is about.
But oh well. They're mostly pleasant songs, whether you know what they're talking about or not (and, as far as that goes, most people don't speak English anyway).
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