Sunday, January 13, 2013

A little Bali

Good idea:  Traveling to a tropical paradise to spend the holidays with your beloved family.

Bad idea:  Leaving said tropical paradise and beloved family to return home to 9 degree weather.

Brrrrr.

I think maybe I should have taken Jen (my brother's wife) up on the offer for her to "accidentally" misplace our passports. I mean, come on- what could they REALLY do? (wait- don't answer that question.)

The only negative thing- and I mean the only negative thing - about our magnificent vacation was the flight(s).  After flying from here to L.A. (2 hours), then from L.A. to Taiwan (14.5 hours - where my little sleeping Kennedy laid sprawled out on her seat and kept flopping her limbs on the poor lady next to her...), and then from Taiwan to Bali (5.5 hours), we finally arrived. (I love the nifty travel maps they have on the seats of the airplane.)
 

In the airport, we encountered some of our first Balinese statues (the first of many).

My brother and his driver picked us up from the airport. I have never been so happy to see Brandon in my life. I think it's the longest time we'd ever been apart. (When we were teenagers, I think the extended absence would have been graciously welcomed. My how things changed once he realized I didn't have girl cooties.)

Driving back to his house, we saw tons more statues. They were everywhere.

And some of them were very beautiful. (Although sometimes strange...with random laughing pigs. )

When we arrived at his house, we were happily greeted by my 3 darling nieces, my wonderful sister in law, and my fabulous mother (who had arrived about 5 days prior). And there was much rejoicing.

(The 3 darling nieces, as well as my own darling daughter)

Kennedy had been most excited to swim with her cousins. No time was wasted. She almost dived into the swimming pool fully clothed. (It wasn't until a bit later that we realized the trick would be getting them all to actually wear ANY clothes while swimming...)

One might think that spending 2 weeks with my amazing family in a tropical paradise couldn't get any better. And then you add on an incredible view like this: (this is the view from their massage room, looking toward the swimming pool.)...and you think you may have died and gone to heaven. (Luckily I didn't die. And it wasn't heaven. But it was probably as close as you could get. Or maybe even better.)

And this is the view from the back door of the house, overlooking the rice fields. (Brandon is doing his daily practice of Chi Kung - some cool chinese meditation. thing.) 

Brandon and his family live in the beautiful city of Ubud.  It has such a deep-rooted culture, which is evidenced by many statues, festivals, parades, and the thrice-daily spiritual offerings by the Balinese people who live there. What surprised me, though, was that there were quite a few foreigners (Europeans, Americans, Australians) who lived there, as well.  English is spoken by quite a few of the locals, so it was fairly easy to communicate and make your way around the city.

The day after we arrived, I got in touch with my inner-hippy, and we went to a hula hooping class. It took a few tries, but I learned some super cool tricks. I think I would fit right in at the hippy park down the street from my house. Perhaps I will join their drum circle next summer.


After the hula-hooping, we went to a dance class. Where they play all sorts of music, and you just.... dance. It was SO much fun. Please ignore the sweat under my boobs. (Or as I like to call it: swoobs.)

I of course had to get my picture taken (with swoobs) next to Ganesha, a very popular Hindu statue. (That's Jen and their friend Sabina, being very mature in the window).

Next on the agenda was to visit the Ubud Monkey Forest. Where they have lots of monkeys. No really. A LOT of monkeys. Monkeys who are not afraid of people. And actually, if you have food, YOU should be afraid of the monkeys. 

SO cute. Doesn't this just melt your heart?

I'll bet this does, too.

Another thing that there is no shortage of in Bali is temples. They are everywhere you look. Even if you don't look, you can find one. Like in the Monkey Forest (I guess even monkeys need a place to worship, right?)

I can't seem to recall what we did for the rest of the day, but I'm sure it involved eating delicious food, singing, playing, laughing, and avoiding being defecated on by one of these little (big) guys who hung out on the walls/ceiling.





Next up- Christmas Eve. And our thirst for gelato.

7 comments:

Casey Price said...

It looks exceptionally GREEN there - kinda reminds me of Pocatello in the summer ;) I cant wait to go to the Liberty Park drum circles with you this summer - they are every Sunday by the way.

briana said...
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melanie33 said...

sounds amazing... except for swoob problems, monkey problems and creepy statue problems. oh and traveling 12 months by airplane is a big downer. but other than that? Heaven, indeed. The pictures almost made me forget it was 2 degrees outside. Next time take some better ones so i can totally forget mkay?
p.s. that deleted comment was me posting under someone else accidentally. Someone you know even less than me, which would officially creep you out as opposed to me only mildly creeping you out on a regular basis.

Raising Helm said...

Um...I have decided that you should have some major gold bonus sky miles. Holy moli my friend. You are quite the traveler. SOO fun. Yes, a bit jealous. But I have to admit that 20+ hours of flight time to Bali sounds exhausting, but of course worth it. What a place to live. Glad you are enjoying this beautifulk world. You crack me up btw. love ya!

Jennifer said...

I loved reading this blogpost so much that I read it many times over, before commenting. Scary, huh? Just thought you had a right to know. Lol! Seems I must be finding some solace in reliving our fun times together. Dang it! I knew I should have hidden those passports.

Brandon said...

Man! You sure know how to write good photo captions! Random laughing pigs? Swoobs? Being scared of monkeys who also need temples for worship? I love it! Great photos, hilarious descriptions, and amazing memories. I want you back here!!!

the mom said...

LOL... your captions put the rest of us to shame.

And you were born to be a hula hoop hippie queen. I expect to see photos and blog posts with your new friends from Liberty Park next summer.