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She will continue, she will endure and grow. And the way she will see the world will be nothing more, but a reflection of herself. And all at once, the search will be beautiful. The birth of a flower is one to remember, the moment we all pay attention to her bloom. – R.M. Drake
Ohhhhh, Legian. You certainly are VERY different from Ubud… in more ways than one!
It’s Christmas Eve here (16 hours ahead of my peeps at home). I woke up and did some work as I enjoyed my favorite juice from The Yoga Barn (brought one with me for the road) – turmeric, pineapple, ginger and lime.
After breakfast, I went for a walk in hopes of finishing up a little Christmas shopping…
While everywhere I have been in Bali is heavy on the “Taxi (although they spell it Taksi)… motorbike?” thing… Legian is on another level. Every 5 steps, “taxi, motorbike?” I can only say “no thank you” so many more times… LOL. But this side of the island seems to attract another type of tourist.
It was a rough night with disrupted sleep, but I bounced out of bed ready to move my body!
I headed to The Yoga Barn for a Yoga + Weights class then grabbed a delicious grilled veggie scramble for breakfast.
I didn’t have time to finish up my gift shopping since I was expecting my driver and still had some last minute packing to do. So I grabbed a turmeric tonic to go and headed to my villa to freshen up and check out.
Woke up hoping for a miracle in the form of hot water… and functioning internet.
After a half-assed Skype call with a friend, I attempted to get on a call to talk business with our SEO consultant… total epic fail.
I love storms. They remind me of being a kid and sitting on the porch swing all bundled up with my Nana as she told me ghost stories amidst the rain, wind, thunder and lightening. Hot cocoa always accompanied these nights.
I get excited in San Diego when it rains – it brings back so many memories of growing up in Snohomish, WA (outside of Seattle). Soccer games in the mud; track meets and cheerleading while drenched and freezing. Running through it laughing and jumping in puddles. Of course, I moved to Cali to get away from all of that, but I wouldn’t change a THING about where I grew up. I love my little hometown – and the people in it.
Ubud, Bali is different though.