Tourist and My Father

When my parent build their new house, they met a tourist from Australia. I cannot imagine that an Australian have time to visit Karanganyar, a district at central Java.

My parent house- my house too- is a small house at the center of rice farm. Indonesian farms interesting in different perspective. Harvesting, seeing green padi (rice plant) grows, and another interesting events related to farming make indonesian villages unique.

My parent cannot speak english. He only recognize a word from the tourist. Beautiful. I guess the tourist only gave him that word too, beautiful, repetitively, hopes my father understood what he said.