After saying goodbye to Australia, we’re going back to Bali. Yeah, yeah, I know. Bali was bombed just after we left the last time. New York was also attacked when I lived there–where was your concern then?!

We’re going to Bali because it’s BALI, man. I was all ready to cut it from the itinerary until I read Eat Pray Love and then bullied T back into it. Reading it made me remember the beautiful people (Balinese men are some kind of gorgeous and the women are also stunning, and they’re all so gentle) and the way everything smelled like flowers. I figure it will be a nice break after spending 3 weeks trapped in a campervan together.

We’re planning to go to Nusa Lembongan, an island off the southern coast, for a few days. Then we’ll go back to Ubud, which is one of the places we did on our honeymoon (remember the attempted homicide-by-monkey?).

I’m not going to lie: I love Bali. It was one of my favorite places on our honeymoon, and I would go back more often if I could. Unfortunately, we’re not great beach people (since T’s skin reflects the sun and I can’t sit still), so we’ll only be there for a week or so. I’m sure it won’t be long enough, but I’ll take what I can get.