Bali (iii)
Honeymoon, Day 4
20th January 2007, Amandari (Ubud)
Today I found out I married a fatalist. The verdant
countryside around Ubud inspired us to think about retirement in Bali, which led to a stunning confession from May: she
believes we are fated to end our days here.
A few years ago, at the early stages of our relationship, we
visited Bali (together with Fake May) with an
almost identical itinerary. (The trip was a watershed moment for us because we
realized we both enjoyed sambal as much as each other – the sambal, that is,
not each other). Then I came down to Jakarta to work. Then May joined me.
In the wacky world of May’s mind, this is confirmation that
a greater design is at work. We are in Jakarta to prepare for a life that will end by the beach somewhere near Candidasa or
Padangbai (personally, I’d prefer to settle down near Ubud, but I think we both
won’t deal well with the mozzies).
Strangely enough, I am inclined to agree with her.
Retirement Dream
