I have to admit I was terrified to go to Bali.
After “The Disaster” as the locals there call it, the Bali bombings, it was not exactly high on my agenda nor the droves of Aussies who used to frequent it.
However all worries abated once in Ubud, sharing some very special times with Mr Michael.
We had a wonderful time shopping – the shopping is amazing.
I hunted down the antique stores and made it my mission to hunt down items for an art piece I decided to do.
Looking for the objects to help with the piece was intriguing and it took me to area’s I probably would otherwise not have gone to - off the beaten track, as it were.
Along the way, learning the history of myths and legends
Along the way discovering
that in a 3rd world country such as this
That the people are very relaxed
Life moves at a very different place
I don’t think I heard a child cry
They are so content – looked after by siblings, elderly grandparents
And others in their village compounds
Throw away all those child rearing books – just spend some time in Bali
We saw squalor and hardship
I didn’t want to just move through the touristy places
I wanted to meet the people
My wish to pursue the artefact that will tell a new art piece led Stacie and I to different places not necessarily on the tour guide
It’s all about the people for me
Their way of life
I wanted to feel the pulse of Bali
Experience the culture
Nothing better for me than to go into a local market
where I was looked upon by eyes wondering why I am there
Loving being there with Michael, seeing things through his eyes
Sharing the magic, together.
To be continued…