I don’t know what I’m going to do when I can’t wake up at 6am and trek myself down to the beach to watch the world unfold.
Where I live in NC ---my house is down in a hollow, surrounded by woods….I don’t think I see the sun when it rises….there is too much vegitation and other surrounding homes for it to rise over……sure, it gets light out, but to SEE the sun rise from the horizon? Now that is special.
I will remember this place.
I will remember these people.
I will remember the culture, the kindness, the gentle way of bowing with hands pressed together. It’s become such a habit with everyone I meet ---we are greeted with a bow, palm to palm with fingers pointing heavenward. It’s more than an acknowledgement, it’s a show of respect. Of yes –you have my full attention, I’m so glad you are here.
This morning I was excited to reach the beach, certain that sunrise would happen and it would be GLORIOUS!
Just a little farther and I’ll be there ----at the first pagoda.
I take time to really notice the detail of the curved and carved corners of my temporary shelter. Quintessential Bali. Gorgeous craftsmanship!
And here she comes….Morning Sun!
The clouds part and blow away—it’s going to be another awesome day as we make our way toward Ubud and our planned activities there.
No, I won’t forget this place. I have one more sunrise….tomorrow……and then we start our journey home.
Bali is definitely the most magical place I’ve ever visited in my life!