Bali mornings were consistently wonderful for me. Most mornings, I woke up in my room in the Nyoman Warta Homestay, and listened: Sometimes I could hear drizzle, patting the huge leaves of tropical rainforest plants in the yard, sometimes I could hear the whistles of unfamiliar birds. As I became familiar with my companions, I also grew to enjoy their company around our breakfast table. Whatever else would happen during the day, would happen, but mornings with Kat, Elizabeth, Miko, Janessa, Jasmine and Irene, The Warta Clan, were special to me.
Many other memories come to mind: walking quietly along the coast, talking with locals, Bintang evenings, and floating in the ocean with the rising sun. One of my favorite memories from Bali was hiking Mt. Agung with Lauren and Keerthanaa and breakfasting at the peak. Climbing that mountain, in the rain, was one of the hardest, most rewarding experiences of my life.
Whether you’re walking to school or riding La Bestia, always remember what Dave Marshak said: “It’s not how far you go, it’s how go you far.” Safe travels.