A year into my quarter-life crisis, something remarkable happened. My ass wound up in Bali.
What got me there remains a mystery. Or rather something I'd rather not talk about. Derivation aside, I've decided to let you in on my trip.
Feast your eyes on my gorgeous villa. I wouldn't brag about it if my friend and I hadn't nabbed it for around $50 USD/night. In case you were wondering, that's way less than the busted Holiday Inn all your hookers at. Airbnb.
It's located in Ubud, a village known for it's lush rice fields, temples, hanging gardens and granola grammas inspired by Eat Pray Love.
Here's the nook I'm blogging from. Wish I had this little hideaway in my apartment.
Here's the kitchen. I'd like to say it's our kitchen, but it belongs to the stray cat seen here. In all actuality, she owns the place. She won't leave. We named her Megan. She's the worst.
Our host hooks us up with a free kick ass daily breakfast and we have our pick of blended watermelon, pineapple and/or papaya.
I went with the pineapple.
After I shut Megan out of the villa...we took some time to enjoy the pool.
I took a few more photos, but the Internet is slow. I'll try to upload more of the villa over the next couple of days and I'll be sure to show you the rest of my travels soon. Hopefully you follow along.
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