It's hot,
It's hot,
Just like a boiling pot...
At least the humidity was climbing in Japan when we left so the girls had a little acclimating to mug. That's the curse of growin' up in Cali- no matter where we go it's either too hot, too cold, too dry, too humid. There's something about perpetual 72 and sunny that makes one weak to the extremes. Anyway, it's been 13 years since I've been to Bali last and it feels every bit as lovely as the last time. There is something that feels so naturally like home to me here. I wish I could stay...well, that's only half true, what I really wish is that I was a native myself. I wish I lived on a compound, had beautiful olive skin and a wide smile and knew no other place than here. Not really of course, but it is a fantasy I entertain. If I had to choose another place to be born to I would choose here.
