revelations in bali

Although I haven’t read Eat Pray Love yet, I’m sure her sentiments on Bali reflect finding love in something simpler and off the beaten path of what we are exposed to and nurtured for in our first world lands. I could be wrong. Maybe she fell in love with some hot saucy Indonesian man? Either way, my understanding of her journey is about how to live again.

A similar sentiment evades in a recent book I have, however, read. It’s about lessons for living whereby hundreds of elders were interviewed about their advice for the young and what we can do to live our best life. In the chapter about living without regrets, one of the pieces of advice that came in at an overwhelming rate was to travel. Make sacrifices. Travel as much as possible. After spending 30 hours to get to Bali and hiking in the suana-like heat up and down loads of steps, I can see where this would be beneficial. Beyond a physical standpoint, though, I am coming to agree. Good thing hubs read the book first and we both agree on the travel bit. So long new kitchen…hello travel.

The idea really registered with me during this trip. Probably because I read the book on the trip…either way, travel does do something to you – especially when you are there in the moment. Getting back to the grind, that feeling tends to slip so I think it’s important to try to find a way to hang on to it a little longer. Hence, blogging asap!

The one thing I really liked about Bali is that it felt very organic. Sure there were the tourist hot spots and people trying to sell you key chains and the like but it still seemed…simple. We did without internet for days on end, lost track of time and showered outdoors underneath the stars. We went to sleep with the ocean crashing out our window and woke up with the roosters crowing….which, by the way, occurs at all hours of the morning. We took in the local food with extra chili peppers and all. Super. Yummy. We admired the exceptional artistry that lined the streets everywhere we went. Local shops featured beautiful hand-made items from wood carvings, intricate furniture with beautiful detailing and mosaics in the form of anything you can imagine. Gorgeous paintings lined various galleries and small hipster cafés offered refuge with amazing views. You could see local farmers in the rice fields and families of 4 loaded up on a single scooter – foreigners included. So much was done by hand with talent and with love from the food to the furniture. You couldn’t miss it. For a country that is still considered third world, it was stunning just as it was. Places like this make me want to run from the hustle and bustle of city life, purge all of my belongings and just live in a simpler way. Slowing down several paces to be able to take life in just seems so appealing and so normal here. The kindness in the people is also appealing. While I probably won’t turn into a hippie tomorrow, my perspective is always put into check when I’m in places like this.

The world is big. The world is beautiful. The world is worth seeing.

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