i just met Richard, who owns the Bali Mountain Retreat. he moved from Holland to Australia at a young age. he said that he doesn’t necessarily affiliate with the latter country because of its politics and because it never felt like home. i guess no matter how long one lives in a place, sometimes it just never becomes home. and then there are other places that become home in an instant. Richard has been in Bali for the past 8 years, and he basically started the life that i have been dreaming of since starting this leg of the trip.

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driving through the city of Tabanan, i closed the window. there is not good air here. it feels different on my face. this Lobsterbird is becoming so sensitive to these subtle shifts.

< ooh, i meant to put on my Salonpas (which is becoming a sort of travel ritual), and forgot in the hubbub of leaving the Villa. but i just saw a sign (a literal sign in front of a shop) that i should still do it now. >

ahhhhhh, sweet menthol relief.

thank the gods for signs or how else would we be able to navigate through life?

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Villa Surya Abadi

= House of the Sun Life Forever

~ Wayan, my driver to the Bali Mountain Retreat ~

after a lovely evening with the girls last night, i am on my way to the Mountain!

Karen asked me this morning if i felt nervous…

my answer was no— and i truly feel that. i checked with myself a few times to be sure. and after doing yoga this morning, i feel so centered, breathing into my core…

as i do that, i realize that my belly feels a little wonky…is it the infamous Bali Belly? i should take extra care even though i see those food carts by the side of the road and my heart leaps out to try whatever those fried triangles are and those dishes with the mysterious foreign monikers…

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