I woke up today with a smile on my face. The birds were chirping outside my bedroom window and the sun was shining beautifully. I put off unpacking the night before, so I quickly got to work unpacking my bag and putting things in place. My shoulders sagged at the thought of just packing everything back again in the span of the next few weeks, but I shook it off and decided to look at the situation in a positive view. I love Bali with all my heart and there’s no doubt I’ll be leaving my heart here. Rolling my shoulders back and taking a deep breath, I pulled out my school work. A distraction will do. After a couple lessons of Business Math and United States History, my mother woke up and decided that today we were headed to Ubud. Ubud is one of my most favorite places in the entire world. With the rich Balinese culture mixed with all the art, I felt at home.
After an hour’s drive north, we finally arrived. We headed to one of my mom’s most favorite restaurants, Warung Bendega. She ate her lunch there, while my sisters and I went off to Dairy Queen to have some ice cream. She told us we didn’t need to eat there since I wasn’t the biggest fan of the place. (Meaning: A bee chased me during our last visit there and would not leave me alone. Which means I was traumatized.)
After we finished, we walked around, people watching and just avoiding getting hit by a car in general. (Ubud is insanely crowded with tourists, but I love it anyways).
We decided to head off to another one of our favorite restaurants because, after all, ice cream is hardly a meal. Hopping in the car, we made the quick drive to Mang Enking to eat. This place is special because we sit at our own Bales or gazebos while we eat. The Bales rest on a koi pond, where you can feed the fish. We don’t necessarily come to eat the food, more like we come to feed the fish.
Enjoying the beautiful view of the rice fields on my left, I came to the conclusion that life couldn’t get better than this. I was blessed with a unique life many people envy, and while it does get tough, I’ll always be strong and I’ll always be okay. We went grocery shopping after we finished, and by the time we got home it was already six o’clock. Skipping dinner, I studied a little bit more to make up what I missed while being gone, opened Word Document and started typing away. This, I thought, this is the life. Writing, traveling, loving and just being, I could do this, I believed. Yeah, I can do this.
Here’s my journal entry for day one of my time in Bali! As you can probably tell, I’m a bit conflicted about what I should feel, but I’m going to stay positive. I know this post was a little different, but as I said in my last post, I felt like “narrating” these entries, just wanted to try something different. I hope you enjoyed it!
See you tomorrow.
love, jane. Aka the unlost wanderer.