Bali Beginnings
It all started with a family trip to Bali, Indonesia. That was a long time ago, when we were young and innocent, and had little to worry about. What do I remember of it? Not much. The spicy food, the never-ending buffets that gave me tummyaches, the crazy traffic, the smokey mountains, how dad went overboard with purchasing caps [by the dozens] from the locals, the beautiful beautiful beach and how little brother scampered away, frightened, everytime the waves crashed in. Not much, really. But I remember it was a laid-back place, with gentle people around, and that was the beginning of everything.
Attempting to build a sandcastle of sorts.
Tilting because daddy was tilting to take the shot. Keke.
- the family girl , the lost traveller
s t a r m | s t October 10th, 2003