I arrived in Bali yesterday, Tuesday, afternoon. I was exhausted and did not do much more than settle in at Purnati. Upon my arrival, I was surprised to meet a couple from NYC staying here as well. I had to fly halfway across the world to meet people who live less than a mile away from me…strange how it works. The center is beautiful, its an oasis in the middle of chaos. All the guests stay in a bungalow of their own and are served their meals at a table below; the freshest veggies and rice, so simple so easy so good.
Today was my first day out and about, it is so overwhelming, I don’t know where to begin and even how to explain it. There is something interestly artistic in every corner. I spent the day driving from town to town, still haven’t figured out when you know you have entered a different town. I went to visit a temple, shopped at a market, discovered Batik, and went to lunch at Lotus Café in Ubud.
This evening I attended a ceremony at the local village temple. The performance was a dance of the elderly; it is performed by the older members of the community. Only women danced, some dressed as men. It was amazing to just be a part of the crowd. This was not a performance for tourists, but a performance for the gods. I felt as if I was part of a National Geographic study.