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I was told that putri is the Indonesian word for princess, and, LS and I were just that, two spoiled putris in Jakarta.

Our parents’ friends, Tito L and Tita D, were our hosts in Jakarta and they treated us like putris. When we were picked up from the airport, Tito L brought us drinks and fruits. When we got their house, Tito L opened his refrigerator, which was packed with yogurt, fruits, chocolate and juice for us. Every morning, we were treated to a sumptuous breakfast. We were also given cellular phones to use so we could call Tito L and Tita D just in case we got lost.

On our first day in Jakarta, Tita D took us to see the Monument Nasional or Tugu Monas, which is a 450-foot high tower representing Indonesia’s fight for independence, Masjid Istiqlal and the Gereja Santa Maria Pelindung Diangkat Ke Surga and later treated us for a massage. On our second day, Tita D also treated us to creambath (something like a hot oil treatment) at Yopie Salon. On our last day in Jakarta, Tita D also took us to Seaworld. Of course, in between all that, we shopped and ate to our hearts content.

If you ask me if there is anything more that I could ask for after this trip, the answer is yes. I want to go back to Indonesia and feel like a putri again.