First morning in Bali and despite a severe sleep deficit I am happy that little Theo woke me up at 4am. He fell lazily back to sleep after a garden stroll in the last hours of darkness. However I could not resist the sliver of light and glowing green plants just visible through the villa curtains.
It is so calm here. The combination of humidity, dripping rain sliding from thatched roughs and tree branches, singing frogs and the occasional early riser passing on his way to the kitchen or on her way to a run make for such soothing morning interactions. We are spending our first week at La Taverna in Sanur and although the cost of these nights rivals the price of a modest month in a vacation rental I highly recommend resting here upon arriving on the island.
The cold, fresh, lemon grass infused towels in the cab and chill cinnamon cocktail on arrival almost remedied the exhaustion of a last white night in Paris filled with tearful goodbyes, last minute packing and paperwork and a fare amount of strong ale, good wine and of course 2am champagne. Not to mention the 18hour flight and transfer with 11 month old Theo and 2 27" iMac computers. But seriously why mention it. The "final boss" as Michel called our 6am Taxi ride to Orly and mule-esque boarding are out of mind. Now all I have to think about is the cafe cooling beside me and the choice between ocean or pool after breakfast.
It never seems possible how reviving a good vacation somewhere warm, beautiful and oozing with unknown languages and cultures can be. I suppose now that we have decided to move our family and business to paradise the question is wil this energy, this excitement, this connection with nature last? Is it possible to live, work and love in Paradise without developing a "Shinning" like cabin fever?
