But life goes on

We learned about the Christchurch shootings in the airport yesterday as we waited to board a flight to Bali.

After a long (about 10 hours in two flight legs, plus about 6 hours of pre/post flight stuff including long lines to enter Indonesia) but uneventful flight we arrived in the middle of the night. We were greeted at the airport by our Vermont neighbor and dear friend Chuck, who has been volunteering here for the last month) and our AirBnb host and made our way to the villa in Ubud. Which is a place you might remember from Eat Pray Love.

Today is relax day, settling in, maybe we’ll see the Balinese dance performance tonight outside the royal palace. Sightseeing begins tomorrow.