Beginnings are boring aren't they? They are when you are already in the middle. We’re on the plane right now on the way to Cambodia from Singapore. (So sad to leave!!!!!!!!) Part of me wants to catch up on all that happened during our two weeks in Bali, because that seems like such a natural beginning. The place and time where we reunited, where we found each other again! But Bali was beautiful and slow, just like anyone might expect, with a few surprises in between.
Like the time we walked into a beginner’s yoga class in Ubud because we thought it was Saturday. But it was actually Sunday. And advanced Vinyasa Flow.
Or the time we met our new friend Sinead, the speech therapist from Singapore.
Or the time we trekked Mt. Batur, where I fell up a mountain for two hours, and then down it for a third all while Ana, my wilderness leader, patiently cooed encouraging words. (#Bae #ShesTooGoodToMe)
Or the time, I literally shat myself ON A FAST BOAT ride from Gili Air to Padang Bay. (RIP Underpants…yes, this is a thing that has actually happened.)
Or the time, we rode on a motorbike and fell off. (Scrapes build character!)
Or…Or….the time we were laying on an Uluwatu beach that we had all to ourselves thanks to our new Greek diver friend Lido. And what emerges from the pristine blue ocean, but a rugged Scottsman (of all people !) who had been washed away from the surfer’s point by the strong riptide that day. Ana and I were bewildered and bewitched, as he broke shore and fell on all fours, clearly exhausted. I’m pretty sure you could hear our hearts shatter when he asked us if we had a cell so he could phone his fiancé, who must be worried. We didn’t of course have a phone. (But Ana did add in a whisper, “You have landed in an alternate dimension. Your fiancé does not exist here.”)
So there you have it, I guess. I did recount our time after all.