letter to lovina

dear lovina,

there are many things about you that i love. 

i love diving off pulau menjankan in a tiny group of five-plus-divemaster, all alone with the seaside temples and hypnotic walls of brightly glowing soft coral.

i love the loungey pool at the puri bali.

i love watching the local fishermen at sunset, catching dinner just a few steps out from the black sand beach.

i love your bali trash, also known as plumeria flowers in less perfect parts of the world.

i love the urapan at cafe barclona, the dolphin-boat captains too hyped-up on world-cup betting to bother asking if i want to take a dolphin trip, the streetside bakso, the dutch tourists wearing oranje balloon hats, and the dance party next door to apple’s warung.

however, for next time, please convince your cafes to play something other than tracey chapman and kenny g. 

otherwise, keep up the good work. 

love,

rebecca