Part 1: Canggu, Bali

Bali bliss. That's how I'd sum up our recent trip to Bali that we took over the extended Easter and Anzac day holiday. It's not for everyone but there is something about Bali that is just pure magic to me. The smokey scent of incense that permeates the air, the humid mornings, the strong coffee, the strange balance between quite and chaos. I love it and for someone that tends to be a bit high strung on holiday and can't seem to slow down, this vacation was a complete change of pace.  

Our first few days we stayed in Canggu and immediately fell in love with the great villa we scored on Airbnb. While Jimmy surfed each morning I'd laze around in bed before making my way to our private pool where I poured through pages of Gone Girl until Jimmy got back. Then we'd spend the rest of our day zipping around on scooters, eating far too much nasi goreng and making it back to the villa just in time for a nap or happy hour cocktails while the afternoon thunderstorm rolled in. We watched the sunsets from Old Mans and drank cold Bintangs to our heart's content. We repeated this pattern until it was time to leave and I looked around at some of the expats around us and immediately understood the draw of living in such a place. I have to say I'm hooked and could have stayed for months but it was time to move on and enjoy a bit of island life...