Month: March 2011

It had been a long and at times, bumpy drive. Even though we were less than 15 minutes from our destination, Aunt Penny needed a

When the hammer hits the metal, it feels like time runs backward. The clang and resonance of the gamelan is mystical. Nothing else makes quite

The strange thing about this part of our journey is how feels like we live here. We have a house. Our house has a front

At first, Nengah was confused. "Ibu Emily….Bibi Eric?" "Tidak, Ibu Emily dan Bibi Emily." "My ibu, my bibi!" Emily said bursting with excitement. "Oh…." he

“Our lives are about to change!” Emily said last night. We’re expecting…guests. For the rest of the month and possibly into April. Tonight Emily’s mom

It's the most fantastic venue I know. It always feels like sitting in the center of international couture. Every first world language is being spoken

Even in Bali, there’s only one day of the year that things are truly quiet. On Nyepi, when everyone stays in, the outside sounds all

The clanging began. Boys with cymbals and instruments like portable gamelans. Drums. The beat sped up, the metal clanging became louder and as it crescendoed,

I sit there several mornings a week and watch the routine. Between 11:00 and 11:30, a large bus pulls up and lets off 40 or

Today was a grand victory. I finished work by 5:30! It’s something I’ve been striving to achieve for awhile. It hasn’t been done since Mumbai.