You have to go there to come back...

This past Sunday I consecutively had my best and worst experiences since I have been in Bali. As most of you know, I ran in the Bali marathon and as I told my two biggest supporters in an email, this next part could be on the top of the list as one of the hardest things I've ever had to say.... I did not finish the marathon. Instead, I took an ambulance ride to the hospital. This whole journey in Bali wouldn't be complete without a dramatic trip to the hospital right? More on that in a bit, I'll let you read about the good stuff first!

The gun went off at 5am and the first mile or so kids and adults, dressed in their traditional ceremonial clothing lined the streets with torches since the roads were pitch black. As the course was fairly hilly from the start, looking ahead was out of this world. The rolling hills were just lined with the flickering torches and all of the torch holders had extremely proud smiles on their faces.

The sun started to come up around 6am, at which point I had, what seemed like never ending, green rice fields on either side of me. In my 15 years of running, I have run many races while watching the sunrise and this was by far, without a doubt the most beautiful and peaceful sunrise run I have ever experienced. When I looked out onto the rice fields with the sky as the backdrop it was as if everything stopped. I was in awe. Then, as my mind normally does, possibly as a way to hold the memory, I came up with the song "Fields of Gold" by Sting, which all of my life I have thought the lyrics were "Upon the fields of Bali". I have very recently learned that the lyrics are in fact not what I thought for my whole life and when I say my whole life, I mean since 1993 when the song actually came out but they are "Upon the fields of Barley" and I am utterly heartbroken that Sting did not write a song about the fields of Bali! For this experience however, I am going to use my lyrics instead.

Along with the spectacular sunrise that I had just seen, the rest of the first half of the race villagers lined the streets to cheer everyone on. Kids that were dressed in their school P.E. uniforms formed tunnels to run through holding out their hands so that we would high five them as we ran past. They had noise makers (Balinese style) and chanted "Oleh, oleh, oleh" as everyone ran past. I honestly felt like a superstar, could not stop smiling and had chills throughout most of the first half. It was beyond words and unlike anything I have ever experienced.

Now onto the second half of the race, which did not go as well as the first half. It was almost as if the race coordinators forgot about the second half. There weren't any water stations for 6 or 8 miles and at that point the sun was full blast and it was about 85 degrees and I didn't see a kilometer marker from 23km until 31km so I had no idea where I was in the race. I made it to 38km, less than 4 miles from the finish and my body just gave up on me. Luckily, a police officer was near by and when I passed out he somehow got me to the nearest medical tent on his motorbike. At the med tent, where I came back to consciousness, my body went into panic mode and every muscle from my jaw and neck muscles down to my toes cramped up. I think since I was yelling in agony and was in no condition to speak, not that they understood English anyway, the situation was out of their hands so they put me in the back of an ambulance. It was the most scary and hectic situation I have ever been in. I was in and out of consciousness, I had tubes in my nose, there was never ending honking in the background (no sirens??) and people were yelling at me in Indonesian. The only thing I understood was when they called out "satu, satu, satu, enam" (1116) my bib number. Then there is the experience of being rushed into a hospital, in a third world country nonetheless, on a stretcher. All you can see are the fluorescent lights on the ceiling rushing past you. Like I said scary and hectic.... I lived to tell the story though and thus I have my best and worst of Bali so far all wrapped into one!

There is a lot of learning for me to take away from this past Sunday because as I said, saying that I didn't finish is extremely hard for me to say but I suppose it's all part of the journey...

On to the next year...

Last year, as well as the year prior, the weeks coming up to my birthday were spent dwelling on the fact that I was turning yet another year older and still hadn't found my way or even anything that remotely resembled the path that I was supposed to be on.

Thankfully, this year it's an entirely different story. For the first time since graduating from college in 2008, I feel like I'm in a great place in my life. Other then the fact that most of my students think it's crazy that I'm about to be 27 and I'm not married yet. My older students have asked if I came to Bali to look for my husband! Apparently, biological clocks move faster here in Bali and perhaps they have seen "Eat, Pray, Love" one too many times.

I'm living on the amazing island of Bali, teaching is going great and for the first time in a while, I don't have the feeling that I'm in the dreaded survival mode. Granted, it hasn't been all butterflies and rainbows since I have been here but all of the ebbs and flows are part of the learning process and I'm definitely learning a ton about myself. Along with learning about myself, I'll have some cool scars to tell my stories. I am currently sporting healing road rash on my left leg and the slice on my right knee from falling in a hole and my newest addition to my right leg, an exhaust pipe burn. So.... 27 here I come, ehaust pipe burns and everything!

After hours, it's kind of a funny story...

So, here is what happened after hours and after watching the Ogoh- Ogoh parade...

As you read in my previous post, Nyepi is a day of silence in which all of Bali shuts down and you are not allowed to leave your house. Everyone on the island has to be in their house by midnight otherwise you turn into a pumpkin and by pumpkin I mean, you get arrested for disobeying the rules of the holiday and you get taken into custody. I had watched the parade with some friends and then went back to their place for a little while before making my way back for the 24 hour lock down. I left at 11:15pm which should have been plenty of time for me to get back to where I had parked my motorbike. Had everything gone smoothly I would have been back by 11:45 at the absolute latest. However, since all of my great Bali adventures seem to end in some sort of injury, i.e. monkey bites, motorbike accidents and the latest falling in a hole, I was definitely not back by 11:45....

As soon as I left to make my way back it started raining and here in Bali, raining usually means the sky opens up. Naturally, I started running. Little did I know, I was running in the wrong direction. By the time I figured out that I was lost and still going in the wrong direction, it was 11:50. Shortly after, I found the bypass which is comparable to Federal Highway in Palm Beach, except it was pitch black, as they had already shut off the power in most of the villages and I was so turned around that I had no idea which direction I needed to go in. As I continued to run in the rain, in absolute darkness (where was my headlamp when I needed it?), with people shouting "Taxi, Taxi?' at me because they knew I had about 2.5 minutes to get off the road before being arrested, in what I thought was the right direction, I fell in a hole... 

Now, this was not just any old pot hole that I twisted my ankle in; this was a man hole! I was just about eye level with the sidewalk and in any other situation, I probably would have said to myself "holy crap, I just fell in a hole", would have assessed the situation and then climbed out. Somehow I must have generated some sort of super power because I got out of the hole just about as quick as I fell in and managed to come out with just a clean slice on the side of my knee, from what, I am not sure. Needless to say, I found dry land, called my friend that I had just parted ways with and asked her if she had any idea where I was in relation to my motorbike. Somehow, she figured out where I was and was able to tell me which way to go. It was then that I was able to laugh out loud at the fact that I had just managed to fall into a pretty large hole!

I made it back to my place at about 12:30am and luckily did not get arrested...

The evidence that doesn't look like much but will probably leave a scar to remind me of that one time in Bali when I fell in a hole!

A silent day in Bali...

So, here in Bali we just celebrated a holiday called "Nyepi". Nyepi is a Hindu holiday in which the whole island of Bali literally shuts down. The airport closes, there are no cars or motorbikes on the road, as you are not allowed to leave your house for 24 hours, you are not allowed to use any kind of light or electricity and you are to have no fun. It is a "silent day". The idea of this silent day is to ward off any evil spirits that might try to cause trouble in Bali. A very interesting concept to say the least.


As part of warding off the evil spirits, on Nyepi Eve, children and adults carry around these massive glutenous monster/demons or "Ogoh-Ogoh" as they refer to them that they have been making by hand for weeks on end. The Ogoh-Ogoh are made from bamboo and paper mache and as I said, are just massive in size, definitely not something that is easily carried around in a parade. After the parade, a few of the Ogoh-Ogoh are chosen to be burned to get rid of the evil spirits that are believed to be inside. Not all of the Ogoh-Ogoh are burned and it is an honor to have your Ogoh-Ogoh as one of the chosen few to be burned. It was so amazing to watch the proud villagers carrying around their Ogoh- Ogoh on these bamboo platforms. All generations involved, kids, teens, adults are so proud and just so full of life on the Eve of Bali's silent day. I absolutely loved it!

When Life gives you pot holes...

...don't make lemonade but hold on tight, hope for the best and yell out "holy crap, that was a big one!"

Today was one of those days that I could look back on and think "what a crap day that was" and if I were anywhere else other than Bali, I probably would have done just that. I had a flat tire, I stepped in dog crap and I lost my favorite pair of very expensive sunglasses. None of that seemed to faze me though. Okay, maybe I was a little upset about my sunglasses... Here's how we handled the flat tire though, After lunch we drove to a friend of a friend's Cafe, told the waiter/bus boy, who is a local that I had a flat tire and could he help us out (if I would have done it myself it would have cost me double the price), he then took it to one of his friends, we drove off on my friend's scooter, looked around in a store for a bit, came out and stepped in dog poop, went back to our friend's Cafe about a half hour later and my scooter was park outside with a brand new tire. Now that's service, a brand new tire in a half hour and I didn't have to do a single thing and it only cost me 35,000 rupiah plus I gave our waiter friend 5,000 for helping me out, all together, that's less than $5. 

It's kind of hard to have a bad day when everything is so laid back and people genuinely want to do what they can to help you out. Bali just continues to amaze me...

Finding the pyromaniac...

I have this kid named Jason in one of my younger and beginner classes. He is 7 and a handful. Up until a couple weeks ago, I had kind of given up on him because he had been making very little progress. I had already sent him to extra help and trying to deal with him one on one when I have 8 other students to attend to was just frustrating. Recently, I decided to summon all of my patients in an attempt to make a difference with him and what do you know... I have seen a change in this kid! I had an "aha" moment when he came up to me during class the other day as the kids were labeling a body parts worksheet. Jason had labeled a few body parts wrong and so I pointed to his knees and asked him what they were. He proceeded to motion and sing "Head, shoulders, knees and toes", I have played that song for them numerous times while learning about our body parts, and then he shouted "KNEES!" It was a pretty cute moment and it definitely made all the trouble he has given me worth while!

On a similar note, I have a group of 14 and 15 year olds that just have all the attitude in the world and up until a couple of weeks ago, I absolutely dreaded Tuesday and Thursday nights when I had to teach these kids. My dad's advice was to just give them some extra love, easier said than done. I didn't give them extra love, per say but I did change my attitude about them and as with Jason, I have noticed they are a little more at ease now. While they aren't my favorite class just yet, I don't dread Tuesday and Thursday nights anymore!

It's funny what can change if you just step back, take a look at what's going on and then decide to shift and make it different. One of my favorite quotes comes from the book Fierce Conversations,  I don't know the exact quote but it goes something like this: "Find out who the pyromaniac is instead of continuing to put out all the fires and the pyromaniac is often you." Love it, such a great quote....

When was the last time you cut your grass with a sickle?

The park that I have been doing most of my running at is fairly large. There are probably 12 to 14 soccer fields surrounding a large monument in the center and it's probably about 2 kilometers (1.2 miles) around the sidewalk that borders the soccer fields. There are workers, both men and women, there everyday that keep up the maintenance of the park. Since I'm training for a marathon, you can imagine that I run several laps around this park everyday. Unfortunately for me, running on the street is NOT an option so many boring laps around this park it is! As I run, I watch these workers, that I am positive make next to nothing for the job that they do. And it is no small job considering that they cut most of the grass with a sickle. I have seen a push lawnmower, however, even that would prove difficult when keeping up with 12 soccer fields, but apparently it was not working today since I saw several people just chopping away. There are always patches of grass that are longer than others because by the time someone gets done cutting one section by hand another section has already overgrown! They also sweep the sidewalks to clear away the leaves and any garbage with brooms that can hardly even be considered brooms. They are more like bunches of straw tied together. It's amazing what we take for granted back in the States...

Speaking of things we take for granted... I haven't taken a hot or even a luke warm shower for that matter in 2 months, so think about that the next time you scald yourself because you've turned the water on too hot!

Makes me wonder...

I was running at the park the other day as I normally do, the park that makes me feel as though I’m a bit of a celebrity. I’m the only westerner I’ve ever seen at this particular park and as I run my laps, I get several smiles, waves and thumbs up. I even get the occasional person that tries to stop me to shake my hand and have a conversation, only to realize I don’t speak their language. Enough about me and my celebrity though, as I was running this guy took a picture of me as I went past him. It didn’t bother me in the slightest bit but it did make me wonder about how many strangers have pictures of me...


Do you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? How many moments of other people's lives do you think you have been a bystander in? Have you been in the background of a picture when something eventful was happening or when someone’s dreams were coming true? Just think, you could have witnessed a big part of someone else's life and not even known it…

As you can tell, I have a lot of time time to think on my runs!

Music to set your life to...

So, I have been adding to this playlist on my itunes titled "50 songs to save your life". So far it has exceeded 50 songs but it's not quite to 100 yet. Music is one of the loves of my life. I have always loved hearing new music, reading lyrics and making meaning out of those lyrics. It might be cliche but I really believe that music can save your life, or it can mine anyway. For me, one song can change my mood in an instant. Whether it's a song that just makes me smile, a song that has deep meaning to me or a song that makes me think of some significant memory. It's no wonder that I started creating this playlist when I got to Bali; I needed something to make me smile and something that would remind me of home and great memories!


I have a couple of friends that are going through hard times right now so I wanted to post the list in hopes that there's a song or two that might make them smile or get them through a rough patch. Like I said, some of the songs just make me smile but there is the occasional depressing song (everyone needs one of those every now and then) and maybe even the occasional cheesy song. I would love to explain why every song is on this list but I'm afraid that would end up being an extremely long post, so you'll just have to make up your own meaning as to why I have certain songs on my list!


They are in no particular order (except for #1, that one always remains at the top) and the list is never complete... Enjoy!

1. Imagine - John Lennon          
2. Return to Innocence - Enigma                                  
3. These are Days - 10,000 Maniacs                           
4. Into the Mystic - Van Morrison                               
5. Heartbeats - Jose Gonzalez                                     
6. Talkin about a Revolution - Tracy Chapman            
7. Dare you to Move - Switchfoot                              
8. Inside of Love - Nada Surf                                     
9. Just Say Yes - Snow Patrol                                    
10. These Days - Gregg Allman                                  
11. Queen of Hearts - Gregg Allman                           
12. Detours - Sheryl Crow                                         
13. I Shall Believe - Sheryl Crow                                
14. My Favorite Mistake - Sheryl Crow                     
15. Forever my Friend - Ray LaMontagne                  
16. True Colors - Phil Collins                                     
17. The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony                      
18. Harvest Moon - Neil Young                                 
19. Hell on Heels - Pistol Annies                                
20. Lightning Crashes - Live                                      
21. Good Life - One Republic                                   
22. One - U2 and Mary J. Blidge                              
23. Untold - Pete Francis                                          
24. Kind and Generous - Natalie Merchant               
25. Yellow Ledbetter - Pearl Jam                              
26. Fumbling Towards Ecstasy - Sarah McLachlan    
27. Hold On - Sarah McLachlan                               
28. New Strings - Miranda Lambert                          
29. Brandy (You're a fine Girl) - Looking Glass         
30. You Got It- Bonnie Raitt                                     
31. Can't You See - Marshall Tucker Band
32. Where I Stood - Missy Higgins
33. September - Earth Wind & Fire
34. A Long December - Counting Crows
35. A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum
36. Sara Smile - Daryl Hall & John Oats
37. Lean on Me - Bill Withers
38. She Said - Collective Soul
39. Say Goodbye - Dave Matthews Band
40. #41 - Dave Matthews Band
41. Have You Ever - Brandi Carlile
42. Lovers in Japan/Reign of Love - Coldplay
43. Hard Sun - Eddie Vedder
44. Babylon - David Gray
45. Please Forgive Me - David Gray
46. Streets of Philedelphia - Bruce Springsteen
47. My Hometown - Bruce Springsteen
48. Walf of Life - Dire Straights
49. Pictures of You - The Cure
50. Close to Me - The Cure
51. Your Song - Elton John
52. Bennie & The Jets - Elton John
53. Heart of Life - John Mayer
54. Keep Breathing - Ingrid Michaelson
55. Can't Help Falling in Love - Ingrid Michaelson
56. Count on Me - Jefferson Starship
57. Peaceful Easy Feeling - The Eagles
58. Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac
59. You are so Beautiful - Joe Cocker
60. Don't Give Up - Kate Bush & Peter Gabriel
61. Hardliners - Holcombe Waller
62. Only God Knows Why - Kid Rock
63. Non-Believer - La Rocca
64. Doctor My Eyes - Jackson Browne
65. The Trouble With Love Is - Kelly Clarkson
66. What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong
67. Young Americans - David Bowie

The simple things...

As you might imagine, life is pretty simple in Bali and if you know me pretty well you know that most of the time it's the simple things that make up the "highs" of my day. My family plays this game at the dinner table where we say the best and worst parts of our day and who we helped. A few days before I left for Bali, we played the game as usual. My high that day had been when I was driving down A1A at about 8am with the windows rolled down and the song "Doctor my eyes" by Jackson Browne came on. Great song and great simple moment. Today I had a very similar moment. I was driving back from a run at the park with my windows rolled down (I always have the windows rolled down on my scooter) and "Gypsy" by Fleetwood Mac came on. Again, great sing and great simple moment! That's when I just smile, take in the smell of Bali's Frangipanis, in between breaths of gasoline and pollution since I live in the city and realize just how lucky I am to be here...

Searching for Christmas...

Here are the 12 items that were on my "12 days of Christmas" list:

1. Christmas Tree Ornament

2. Christmas Tree

3. A Candy Cane

4. A Cup of Hot Chocolate (Whip cream optional)

5. Red, White and Green Sarong

6. Red, White and Green Beaded Wallet

7. Beaded Flip-flops that have Silvery Snow Flakes

8. Another Christmas Tree Ornament

9. Santa Claus

10. A Decorated Scooter

11. Tell 3 people that didn't know the story "The Night Before Christmas", the story

12. 4 Screaming Boys (just to make me feel at home)

And here is what I came up with...

If you click on the picture it gets a little bit bigger.

I had a ton of fun completing my mission! I know the pictures are small but unfortunately, the internet is painfully slow in these parts and uploading 12 different pictures would have taken 17 days...

The first picture is one of the two ornaments. Then we have a group of Christmas trees taken outside of an Ace Hardware, there's an Ace Hardware in Bali? Could that mean a possible Walmart somewhere on the island? The next item is the candy cane. And of course it wouldn't be Christmas without a Starbucks hot chocolate, except that it's a cafe latte that I had the guy put whip cream on top of to make it look like Hot Chocolate. Let's face it, and a certain family member of mine might disown me for saying this but, I'm just not a huge fan of hot chocolate and if I'm going to pay 3 times what I pay for a meal in Bali for a cup of hot chocolate that I'm not even going to drink then I've gone crazy. To those that are judging scavenger hunt completion... Hot Chocolate was on the menu! Next is the red, white and green sarong, which was not an easy find and is also more of a cream/off white color but Christmasy nonetheless. Then, jump to the red, white and green beaded wallet that is indeed shaped like a watermelon. (Watermelons are making a comeback as the traditional Christmas holiday fruit.) Next is the silvery snow flake flip flop, also a hard item to find. Then the second Christmas Tree ornament. And wait, what was that noise? Oh, that's right it's Sissy Santa Claus! I had the most fun with this one... The hat consists of a red towel and a white towel, Tom and Michelle (my new friends that I met over the weekend) helped fashion a white beard and eyebrows using Tom's shaving cream. I'm wearing a green sarong and my embroidered Christmas pajamas that only cost upwards of $500 to have shipped to me! Next is a scooter that I decorated myself, that one was just not going to be found! Then, interestingly enough, I chose an audience of mostly Indonesians that don't understand a single word of English to tell the story of "the Night before Christmas". I had an interpreter that interpreted as best she could. Have you read "the Night before Christmas" recently? It's in Old English and hardly makes any sense even to me! Lastly and probably my favorite picture is of 4 screaming boys. They aren't actually screaming in the picture but they definitely were before I took the picture. We were sitting outside having lunch and we kept hearing laughing and screaming and I thought, this could be the picture for the last item on my list. So I went to the sea wall and sure enough,  there were 4 boys wrestling around with each other in their underwear, jumping in and out of the water. All I had to do was go over with my camera and they immediately came over to me wanting to get their picture taken. Kids in Bali really love having their pictures taken. If you look closely, with your magnifying glass, the kid on the left is flipping me off, which is just perfectly fitting to remind me of the boys that I miss so much at home!  

Christmas Bali Style...

To keep me from missing home too much and to keep things fun and light, I was sent on a "12 days of Christmas" scavenger hunt. As I am sure most of you know, Christmas is not observed as a major holiday here in Bali. However, as the island becomes more westernized with all of the ex patriots now residing here, Christmas has become a little more well known.

So, before I share about my scavenger hunt adventures, here is a blip about how I spent my Christmas... As I wrote in my last post, I went to the north part of Bali. I stayed at a Sanctuary/Hotel, much more of a sanctuary than a hotel. Other than myself, there were 3 other guests. There are only 5 rooms available to stay in, hence more of a sanctuary. It is more along the lines of being invited into the owner's home and she does in fact live there. We had a formal dinner on Christmas Eve and all of the staff were invited to join us. After dinner, we sat around while Tom, one of the other guests and Ketut, a staff member played an African drum and the guitar. Tom taught us a few traditional African dances and Ketut sang American music and Christmas songs even though he is only just beginning to learn English. Although I was missing home and being with my family and having to fight back a few tears, it was a Christmas that I will never forget. I fully enjoyed the simpleness of the whole night as well as the people that I spent it with.

Life just slowed down for a minute...

It's interesting how even in a third world country you can still get the feel of the big city. Personally, I'm more of a wide open spaces kind of person. (Yes, that was a Dixie Chicks reference) I am currently living in Denpasar, which has that "city" feel and while it's not exactly a city like we would imagine one, (the tallest building I've seen is 4 or 5 stories) there is still that fast paced, people are more worried about getting to where they need to be feel to it. Then, drive about 40 minutes north and life slows down. Look to your left, look to your right and all you see are lush green rice fields. To me it's like going from Florida to New Hampshire.

Then, drive even further north up around the mountain/volcano area and life slows down even more. Another weekend adventure, to the most northern part of Bali and out of the hustle and bustle of Denpasar!

And the ride there... Well, let's just say it's a good thing I'm not a person that gets motion sickness! (I typed this all on my phone on the way there by the way)

Go up, go down, hear a horn beep, almost run into two girls on a scooter, turn left, turn right, run over a pot hole, ears just popped, another horn, another pot hole, swerve around a scooter, water bottle just popped, make not a 3 point turn but probably a 7 point turn due to a ceremony blocking the street, almost ran over a dog, another pot hole swerve around another scooter and now we only have an hour left of this drive...

26.2 in sight...

Exciting news... I have registered myself for the first ever full length marathon in Bali! I'm fairly positive that it was meant to be, considering that it is exactly 18 weeks away and it just so happens that 18 weeks is the amount of time that I need to properly train.

I am so excited that I will be running my second marathon while I'm here. When I signed up for Miami last year the weeks couldn't go by fast enough. As excited as I was for that marathon, you can only imagine how excited I am for this one. Not to mention it will give me something to focus on and take my wandering mind away from missing home constantly. So, chaffing, constant achy legs and permanent shorts and socks tan here I come!

17 weeks and 4 days... April 22, 2012

This museum is in the middle of the park that I have been running at.

Permisi, Ubud?

I went on my first real adventure today. I have been on mini adventures since I have been here, i.e. finding my way to the supermarket and then trying to figure out what laundry detergent looks like at the supermarket, but this was the first big adventure...


Let me just preface with, Mapquest does not exist in Bali and street names/signs are a rare sighting. I drove into a little town called Ubud today. What should have taken about 30 to 45 minutes only took me an hour and 45 minutes! I made it in record time. I used the few Indonesian words that I know and at every stop said to the motorist next to me "Permisi, Ubud?" and they would point in the direction I needed to go. I laughed to myself a few times about the whole situation and just thought, is this seriously how I'm finding my way? On my way back to Denpasar, where I am currently staying, I went down a street that was not looking promising. So, I asked a guy who was walking along the road "Permisi, Denpasar?" he smiled, pretended to kick a soccer ball and then motioned to go right. That meant, go past the soccer field, take a right and that will lead you to Denpasar. I gave him a thumbs up and a "terima kasih" and was on my way. That made making a wrong turn totally worth it and put a huge smile on face!


"Permisi" means "Excuse me" and "Terima kasih" means "Thank you". That is about the extent of my Indonesian!


Here is some of what I saw on my adventure today..


Rice Terraces

This is where the rice harvester lives...

This picture does not even do what I saw in real life justice

One of those days...

This morning I was really missing home…  After a much needed pep talk over skype and a couple really good emails, I realized that this year in Bali is about way more than just me. It is about all of the people that I will touch or make an impact on along the way. I’m saying all of this in the most humble of ways, no ego involved, I promise. Much like the story that makes up It’s a Wonderful Life, I have no way of telling who I will make an impact on, how I will make that impact and whether or not it will be big or small. When I have days like today that start out a little on the rough side, I'll think of the bigger picture and who might miss out on everything that I have to offer. I’m planning on going with whatever gets thrown my way...

Speaking of going with whatever gets thrown my way, I had my first wipe out on my scooter yesterday! I was trying to turn around in a tight area that was sandy and wet, I hit the throttle a little too hard and the bike slipped out from under me. Two Balinese men came over and helped me lift the bike up and then get it started again since it had fallen on the engine side and wouldn’t start. After what seemed like an interesting conversation between the two men and me, a conversation in which I just smiled a lot and said "thank you" in Indonesian numerous times, I was on my way. Needless to say, I have a few battle wounds and I’m a little sore from the spill. Fun times!

And to keep you up to date on the simple and most interesting things… I bought a few items from the supermarket the other day. Laundry detergent (which may or may not be rat poison, I’ll find out when I get my clothes back from the housekeeper), the Indonesian version of Gatorade (not so much like the American version), some sort of red fruit (haven’t got the slightest idea what it is yet) and hangers (luckily those look the same hear as they do in America). It was an interesting adventure to say the least. Again, fun times! 

Cold Showers and other fun adventures...

I started my first day of work yesterday. I observed a couple of classes, one with 6 to 9 year olds and the other with teenagers and up. As usual, the little ones were the most fun to watch, they just have a totally different way of being and learning than the older ones do. That’s not to say that the older age group are any less willing to learn, it’s just different. I will actually be teaching my first class today. I’ll have the 6 to 9 year olds, so I am looking forward to that!

Yesterday, in the younger class, a little girl came up to me and got just about as close as she could get to me with out actually touching and said “Excuse me Ms. Can I use the toilet?” Of course, with her little accent, I had absolutely no idea what she had said the first time around so I asked her to repeat herself. It was the cutest thing ever... I’m looking forward to more of those particularly simple and innocent moments that totally catch me off guard and have me smile ear to ear!

To keep you all up to date on everything else... I haven't taken a hot shower in over a week now, the streets of Bali all still look exactly the same to me, I now have two restaurants instead of one that I frequent, Roosters crow at all hours of the day not just at the break of dawn and I have found myself replacing certain words in my vocabulary so people understand what I'm talking about. Here are a few examples: Holiday instead of Vacation, Toilet instead of Restroom, AirCon instead of A/C, Helm instead of Helmet and the list goes on...

These streets...

I'm officially of resident status here in Bali. I moved to a more permanent place or "home stay" as the Balinese refer to it. It won't be too permanent due to a few factors, the most importantly being that I do not have internet access but at least I feel more comfortable than I did at the previous cockroach hole!

I have been without internet for less than 24 hours at this point and have felt unbelievably lost. Without going into too much detail, I will mention that I did have my first breakdown last night since I have been in Bali. Somehow, the cockroach, mattress on the floor, fan that did absolutely nothing place didn't faze me in the least...

I also got a scooter. After my first outing, I have learned that all streets in Bali look much like the last. However, I did somehow manage to find my destination. I only got turned around a couple times and only almost fell off twice while attempting to turn around. Throughout all of this, I am pretty impressed with myself. I even stopped to get gas all by my big girl self! Getting gas entails stopping on the side of the road where you find a little stand with glass bottles that are filled with yellowish/gold liquid. To fill up, it cost me 15,000 rupiah which translates to about $1.50, dirt cheap! Granted, it's only a scooter so the tank is not that big but still, dirt cheap!

Did I mention that all of the streets look the same and I have to actively remember to stay on the left side of the street! Again, pretty impressed with myself!

Crossing the street is just not an option...

There are a few realizations I have come to know in the past few days since I have been in Bali.
Balinese sales women don't necessarily speak english except for this one line "You have time visit my store. Look. Maybe later." And what do I do? Smile and say "maybe later".
Cheesy American music is apparently popular here. I have heard 3 or 4 american songs since I have been here, other than those songs on my itunes, and 2 of them were Peter Cetera's "Glory of Love" and Bryan Adams' "Everything I do". Those could possibly be two of the cheesiest songs. Sorry to those of you who have these songs on your playlist...
Balinese people are some of the kindest, genuine and gracious people I have come across and crossing the street is really challenging and hardly an option. Just when you have looked one way and looked the other and think that it's safe, all you hear is a squeaky scooter horn coming straight at you. Scootering is no joke in these parts! I have yet to buy my scooter but when I do, It's quite possible that I will crap myself from pure terror. I'll keep you posted... 

38 hours later and Roughing it is the understatement of the year...

38 hours, 3 planes, 3 sequrity checks, 4 viewings of Home Alone, 4 countries and several bad airplane meals later I have made it to Bali. It's 4:32 in the morning here and I have been wide awake for about an hour. As I type, I am sitting on a matress that is in fact on the floor. I am in my sports bra and underware and in the corner of the room there is a fan that is about as powerful as blowing on yourself. When I turned on the light that is more like a fading flashlight to go to the bathroom I caught a glimpse of a cockaroach that immediately scurried under one of my 4 bags that are on the floor and I haven't seen it since, Awesome. Does it sound like I'm complaining? Because I'm not. I happen to love the idea that at any moment I could pull out an item of clothing from one of my bags and a cockaroach (palmetto bug for those of you who prefer that term) could come crawling out. I love the element of surprise! Did I mention the shower is over the toilet??