“so I wait for you like a lonely house
til you will see me again and live in me.
Til then my windows ache.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
(Source: photographicimprints)
Bali, Indonesia
I had imagined it the way it would be, breezy views, perpetual seas and dreamy coastlines. If it weren’t for that memorable trip not so long ago, id have forgotten this gem of an island was just waiting for me.
We arrived from a busy plane, 4 hours too long for my weary feet itching to roam again. I dreamt about this moment, being here. And then I find myself walking along Seminyak and remembered why I love this place. I couldn’t echo enough bliss when I saw Uluwatu for the first time. Or when I finally felt my little elephant, Ryan, hugging its long nose and gentle hides. Or when I sensed the rush of cold water at Ayung river. There was no fear, no reservation. Only a realization that fleeting moments come through adventure, lost journeys, and there was no hiding my desire for it.
There is a restless spirit abound in Bali with all its wild motorcycles, mad dogs and crazy nights. But the noble irony is that I would always wake up feeling calmness wash over me. There is nothing else to do but surrender yourself to the island and get lost at the depth of the sea.
Sadly, as in every trip, it isn’t the crazy rides, empty wallets or wrong turns that bring a vacation down, its always leaving. There is plenty of youth but never enough time to drift in this place, this wonderland. There will be a point when every travel becomes a distant memory and you’ll become a dweller of every place and every moment. But Bali will always be my paradise, a little piece of heaven. I have no doubt I belong to this island, I knew I was home.
