Bali is discovered, massively. Somehow this little #Indonesian #island retains its -- self.
This is the miracle.
I guess it's due to the #Balinese peoples' #culture. Their daily and mindful celebration of nature’s bounty? Their own sweetness?
#Villagers seem undisturbed by the airplanes overhead, sharing the roads with #hotel vans and Europeans on motorbikes.
The women balance on their heads large baskets of produce or building stones. To me they are regal in their bright kebayas and contrasting sash.
The men. They sit in the shade of a banyan tree, stroking prized fighting cocks. #Smoking kretek, the same clove #cigarettes we made ourselves dizzy with in high school.
My friend Kelly I'm visiting speaks the language, bahasa. She says they're talking about the next #festival.
I peek in to courtyards as we pass on foot.
One is filled with #artisans carving wooden beams for a new #temple. They're uniform with headscarves and those half black and half clear glasses our grandparents wore in the 1960s.
#Children. They play in narrow lanes. Running circles around little palm baskets. Flowers, food and incense, the daily offerings to #Hindu #gods.
This life is slow. This #Bali life is full.