is this some kind of interactive theater art piece?

Friday, March 11, 2011

Eat Pray Love Pages 262-282

After falling off of her bike Liz visits a little shop to fix her knee. The woman who owns it's name is Wayan and she has a young daughter named tutti. Wayan does not have much money at all beacuse she divorced her husband, like Liz. She sold everything she had to afford a lawyer to keep her daughter. However she still adopted adopted 2 other young helpless girls she found. Liz ends up making friends with Wayan. And every morning she spends with Wayan and Tutti. While every evening she spends with ketut.

One day one of Wayan's friends comes over. Her name is Armenia and she is brazillian and very beautiful. Liz starts to make friends with her also but she will have to leave indonisia soon anyway. Armenia takes Liz out one night and lets her borrow some jewlery and a dress. While they are out Liz starts flirting and she meets a few new guys. One in particular is about 10 years older than her. They start spending alot of time together and Liz starts to like him.

Meanwhile, Liz's birthday is coming up. Usually she has a party and people spend a bunch of money on her gifts. But this year she decides to send an email out to her friends and family explaining Wayan's situtation. Shes asks them all to donate money for a new house for Wayan instead of gifts for her and she'll match whatever they donate. In the end Liz ends up raising 18,000 american dollars which is alot more in indonesia. Wayan is estatic and already knows exactly what her house will look like.

Its weird that little things like flirting are unusual for Liz. I don't like that she's met a new guy though. Her whole trip was suppose to be about herself and being by herself. The whole time I am reading this story i am wondering how she can afford to spend a year in new countries. Meanwhile not working at all. Did she save up for this or something? And it was a great idea for her to raise the money for that family instead of herself.

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