Amazing!
The sky just after our volleyball game
Traditional Balinese dancers and I
I wore fresh flowers in my hair almost every day
The face of Bali - gritty and beautiful
Day 114: Saturday, November 21st
Today marked our last day in Bali. Sadness. I love this place. I have been to Hawaii two times before, and I would have to say, that given the option of going to either one agian, it would have to be Bali. There is something gritty and raw about Bali that the cosmopolitan Hawaii doesn’t have. Here things are what they are – no make-up to hide the blemishes. And that’s what is so endearing: its honesty. What you see is what you get. The friendliness of the people here inspires friendliness in me. Their laid-back approach to life accepts whatever storm they must weather. They do it with ease. They do it with grace. They are happy with what they have, and they ask for no more. I could get used to this. I would like to get used to it, but it might be a little difficult to accomplish back in D-town. The compass seems to lose true North more easily in the Big City.
I spent most of the day catching up on my journal: typing the entries and posting the pictures. A day passes so quickly lately, too quickly. It’s a real challenge to keep up. But I know that this journal will be very important to me. I haven’t written everything that I have thought or felt, but little cues between the lines will remind me of what it was that I valued in the moment.
So I felt the call one last time. I needed one more visit to the $6.00 Salon. I had to pay my final respects to the single greatest place of all time! This time I went for broke (via another treat from Dannie): a $6.00 hour massage and a $9.00 pedicure and manicure combo! Whoa! Slow down there! I know. I know! The decadence of it all! Ha! Ha! I am really going to miss my little diamond in the rough. I will never find such deals on pampering again. Oh well, I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it while it lasted! I suppose that I will have to rough it from now on.
Finally, the evening hours were upon us. And after High Tea and Happy Hour, we sauntered down to the beach to watch a fireworks display on the beach. A wedding was taking place, and we were guests by proxy! I didn’t toast the happy couple, and I didn’t get my signature dance, but I did enjoy the fireworks just yards away from the official celebration, and that was plenty good for me! Indeed, it was the perfect ending to our time in Bali. Truly, we went out with a bang!
Helene,
Just want to drop you a note and wish you a Merry Christmas. I had no idea you were on a World Tour, that’s Awesome! Looks like you are having way too much fun. I am envious, really. Say Hello to the Family.
Clint