I am going on vacation Friday. You must watch this video to see whither I goest. Or you can read the video title and flatly refuse. It’s totally up to you.
Why do I suspect that some of you didn’t watch the entire video? Yes, we fly 17 hours to Bali for a week of sun and humidity. Some have asked why we would endure such a horrendous flight when we have all of Europe at our doorstep. The answer is that our daughter is already in Bali with her school’s Habitat For Humanity, so we are meeting her for the second week of her Spring Break. I know. I can’t BALIve it, myself. Whose life am I living, anyway? Too late- you can’t have it back. At least until things hit the fan, which could happen at any moment, as we all know.
I will try to send a special edition of Mais Oui Bali, but am not sure what the internet will be like, so you will just have to sit patiently by your computers and wait and see. At least you can hum Bali Ha’i to yourself while you sit there, because you know that song is going to be stuck in your head for at least that long. You’re welcome.
PS- And let me just get it out there right now that I loved Eat, Pray, Love- both the book and the movie. I know- I hear the choruses of groaning and gasps of disbelief, but I refuse to be shamed by any of you for it, so don’t even try!