Eid holiday is one of those periods where I always want it to end soon rather than last longer. The multiple house visits, the endless eating, and loud noises have always been overwhelming. I need nap time in between.
We’re having two Eids this year. I joined those who celebrated it on Friday. It was quite peaceful and nice actually. Did the prayer around the area then enjoyed riding around the empty and silent Jakarta to find one that I’ve been craving for along Ramadan :
Before the Bakmie, we stopped by my mum and grandma’s graveyards and proceed to chocolaterie in Senopati for a gift for my aunt and my parents. Then we visited my aunt. Came home right before Dzuhur and we had a long nap. The best Eid day looked like this.
The second day of Eid (or the first day for many), had a quick visit to three houses and managed to have proper nap time in my other aunt’s house. This year Eid wasn’t as loud as the previous years. So, it was quite tolerable actually, except, it was scorching hot. Right before Asr, we had already settled down in the carpet and bed at home.
The doctor huge family gathering usually takes place in Solo, but this year, it was in Malang. We chose to go by plane since the train ride was too long and tiring. Only stayed for one day in Malang.
The family gathering itself was quite pleasant compared to previous years ones. It was more relax, fun and less crowded.
I truly appreciate the people behind the event and who worked so hard to make this happen. It made all the unusually high Eid ticket fare, huge effort for a brief trip worth it.
They made a book about the root of the family from the first until the now the sixth generation. They made a name tag for each one of us. Different colors showed from which generation they’re from. I was just a bit sorry that the whole family had to put up with my daughter out of pitch voice for three times from Let it Go, The Sound of Music, and last one was duet with her father. Less skill yet highly confident, she is.
I kept the book as a souvenir and also a reminder about how short life is, the important one is the present. Everyone mostly will become a memory in three generations.
At first, I thought 27 hours there would be too short, it turned out it was more than enough. Experienced two services from one of the famous and highly hyped restaurants and a legendary one there, totally unimpressed by the service they provided.
But, we managed to visit one of the french patisseries which deserves two thumbs up during our morning walk. It’s well-run, well-designed and serious patisserie which opened at 7am and offers wide range of pastry and cake selection. We had three different choices and quite happy with everything we ordered.
Funny that we went far to Malang only to have sets of french pastry instead of nasi pecel. Didn’t find any single warung pecel open along the four kilometers of our morning walk. What even funnier was the patisserie flocked with the locals too.
One of the brainstorming accounts in social media stated this phenomena few weeks ago. These days, urbanization is no longer about people from small cities move to a big one but more of the behavior change and culture. They’re no longer move to the big city, but they adopt big city lifestyles in their hometown. Having breakfast with french pastry looks like one of them.
The taxi driver we met also confirmed the the same thing. Malang is no longer the city for retirement but since 2010, it’s the city for investment.
Well, that’ all for this year Eid. Alhamdulillah.
May we’ll be granted a chance to meet another one next year healthy and happy. Amin.
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