The truth is that I’ve been my whole life studying whatever I could find related with linguistics and ancient languages. I started with classical languages (Latin & Greek) and then Indo-European Linguistics. I’ve always been fascinated by how human beings produce such an amazing thing that is a language, how we articulate it, how we develop it and make it evolve into another one. Unfortunately, my passion has never been enough to make a career out of it. Altought I got my Master’s degree, my gradings were not good enough to start a funded PhD and probably I wouldn’t have had the patience nor the strength to do it. Besides, who the hell wants to learn Latin, Greek or Indo-European? Me. Me and some friends of mine.
As a result of it all, I’ve been my entire life working in whatever I could find. I never cared about it, but it never satisfied me either. The only important thing was that I could study what I wanted and, when I finished that, my main aim was just to travel for a year. What happened after that?
All of a sudden I was in Barcelona again. With my degrees, my irregular working experience (from being a waitress to a Spanish teacher’s assistant, through private lessons, Post Office, food store, etc etc) and all my hopes and dreams if the teaching field. I would never be able to teach Latin and Greek at a University level. But hey, what about languages that I actually speak? Would I be able to demonstrate my passion for languages teaching something real?
When I was less expecting it, it happened. One day I send resumes to all language schools in Barcelona offering myself as a Spanish, Catalan and even English teacher (ok, my English is not that amazing but I could teach basic levels, couldn’t I?). The next day a small school calls me for an interview. Jorge interviews me and we get along immediately. We share the same passion, the same view about teaching, I feel like when I first got to the Leiden Summer School: where I belong. After the interview I meet my friend Iki for a beer. 10 minutes later I receive a phone call: I’m a Spanish teacher.
Laura teaching pronouns.
And so it happened. I became part of Dime Barcelona. Another Spanish school? I doubt it. Dime is way more than a Spanish school. Dime is where our students learn Spanish and spanish culture. Dime is where all the teachers share their years of experience, their energy and their passion. Dime is dancing Sevillanas, eating chocolate con churros and going to drink vermut on a Sunday morning.
Vermut in Barcelona
Chocolate con churros y melindros
The people from Dime are not my colleagues anymore, they are my friends. The more I know about them, the happier I am about having the chance to get to know them.
Christmas party at Dime (me and Raquel)
For the first time in my life I truly enjoy what I’m doing. For the first time in my life I wake up every morning thinking about what my students will learn that day.
Every other Wednesday, for example, our students can learn Sevillanas.
After so many years being the black sheep in my family, in my group of friends, studying useless languages and complaining about every single job I had, have I finally found what I want to do the rest of my life? Maybe. Probably.
And for more information, you can check either Dime’s website, or the blog or at least became a fan of their facebook page to keep track of the latest activities at the school. If you just want to gossip a bit, you can check the Dime Team too.
If anyone wonders why the hell I’m writing a post about my job, hey, ask my friends how annoying and pesimistic have I been with finding a decent job and you’ll understand how important this is for me! (this is my way to say sorry and thank you at the same time)
Last November me and my dear Stevie went to Sevilla for a weekend. For me it was a really special trip. Let me explain: three years ago I spent a year in Holland, studying Indo-European Linguistics at the Leiden University. That year I met a lot of people. It wasn’t an easy year, but the memories that remain are just awesome and always make me smile. I’m still in touch with most of that people, and from time to time we have the chance to visit each other. I went to Sevilla to visit a dear friend from that time: Ana. And for me, going there with a friend from New Zealand was pretty special. It meant knowing again that no matter what happens with my life, good friends are always there: the old ones, the ones that I meet travelling and the ones that I met travelling and are still there. Ana, Stevie: I love you guys.
So, after this cheesy introduction let me get to the point. I had never been to Sevilla before. And God, it’s AWESOME! The weather that November weekend was shit, and I didn’t feel really well, but thanks to the company and the amazing city, that weekend was incredible.
Sevilla is the capital of Andalucía and, unexpectedly, from the very first minute I learned that tapas are not free there. apparently that only happens in Granada. Nevertheless, Sevilla’s cuisine is superb. We had unbelievable tapas everywhere we went. Their cooking tradition is like their architecture, like their city: a mixture of the roman, arabic, and christian cultures. Different flavours are put together in this city to give it something special, something indescribable, something that made me consider how easily I could live there.
Foggy and empty city center of Sevilla
Thanks to Ana, best touristic guide ever although she only lived there for a couple of weeks when we got there, we saw the most typical spots and also the less typical but also impressive ones.
If you ever go to Sevilla, you obviously have to visit the Cathedral. The biggest Gothic Cathedral and third biggest church in the world. Pretty impressive, huh? You can’t imagine how beautiful it is in the inside. I couldn’t believe it. I think from now on is my favourite Cathedral in the world. And hey, I’ve seen LOTS. The details in every corner had us there for more than 2 hours. I also spend half of that time catching up with Ana. Best place to catch up ever!
Me with Latin inscriptions. YAY!
ceiling detail of the Cathedral.
The bell tower is the famous Giralda, a former arabic minaret reconverted into a christian bell tower for the church. Impressively beautiful.
However, as it usually happens to me in most cities, what really gets me is not just the environment but the people. And Sevillanos are as friendly as I expected. Maybe it was because they were Ana’s friends, maybe because I really missed my country during a whole year. I don’t know, but I felt really welcomed in that city. Definitely, the andalucian character is way different from the catalan one. they are way more open and friendly from the first minute. For us, Catalans, it takes ages to consider someone a friend or to start a conversation. Each of us has its good and its bad things. For a while, though, I loved being surround by Andalucians.
After work beers in a random square.
I wanted to post about nice bars to go or some awesome places to visit but hey, just go there. You’ll find your way. Sevilla is a really friendly city and its people are willing to help.
All in all is as the famous song says: Sevilla has a special colour. Thanks Ana, Lidia, Guiri and Stevie!
Probably I will always remember 2011 as the most exciting, weirdest and most surprising year of my life. I started the year as far as I could be from my hometown: in Gisbourne, New Zealand; I ended the year as close as I could be: in Barcelona, Spain.
I keep a text that I wrote the first minute of 2011 to remember that we didn’t start the year dancing Eurythmics, Ina and I went further dancing a catalan sardana while Shihad were playing.
This year I’ve been through all New Zealand, Australia, Singapore, Indonesia and I came back to Barcelona. Not bad, don’t you think? But it wasn’t only travelling, it was also growing, learning about myself and meeting all sorts of amazing people on my way.
Guys, thanks for making this year unforgettable.
#5 Fujiya & Miyagi – Knickerbocker
Vanilla. Strawberry. Hoky Poky Glory.
Singing this song, Ina and I drove more than 4000 kilometres along New Zealand. Half of it with Marty. Every single meter was worth it. Every single minute was worth it.
#4 Antònia Font – Icebergs i Guèisers
I don’t know why, but I became obsessed with this album and this song. I think it’s the most beautiful way of saying how much you miss someone. And this might have been a travelling year, but it has also been a year of missing people: the ones that I left home, the ones that I keep leaving as the trip went on. But missing is not bad, it just means that someone went through your heart. Missing people is just a sign of the amazing people I have met in my life.
#3 El Guincho – Bombay
This song is Melbourne: roast chicken, parties, dancing and realizing that nothing lasts forever, you just have to enjoy it on the meantime.
#2 George Harrison – My sweet Lord
The hippiest hippies in New Zealand were definitely us.
#1 Talking heads – This must be the place (Naive melody)
This must be the place. Not a physical place but an emotional one.
Thanks for sharing another year by my side. Wherever you were, wherever you are, Happy 2012!
A couple of weeks ago my dear friend Vin sent me a link to her own blog saying that it was a surprise for me. I opened it curious, and after reading I was like a child waiting for Christmas: I needed my present immediately! The idea seemed sooo cool!
UPDATE: Not only Vin talks about it in her blog, also The Fitzroy Flasher mentions it and Katie Jayne too in her blog. It’s all around! Who’ll be next?
Let me explain it: Vin found out about Chris and she decided that the ring should come to Spain. Ok, it doesn’t make any sense at all. Let’s start from the beginning then.
One day Chris Massey was bored in his house (or that’s my guess!) and didn’t know what to do with some rings he just made. Chris, who is doing a BA in Fine Arts at RMIT was looking for a participatory artwork, integrating it with his jewelry and ceramics practise. And he did it. How? He created 40 unique rings and gave them to friends and strangers with just one condition: they couldn’t keep the ring, they had to give them away and tell Chris where were those rings going. Cool huh? You can check more information in his facebook group: A Giving Ring.
Another day my beloved and talented Vin Knight found out about Chris’ rings. That night she had a really vivid dream with me in it. So days after she went to the Rose Market in Melbourne and she got to get one of the rings. She decided that the ring had to come with me to Spain.
A third day in this story I received the package.
a present from Australia
And what was inside? Of course the ring, which turned out to be way more beautiful than I expected. Made with sterling and ceramics is one of those rings that makes you feel unique, different, gorgeous. Problem? It’s so precious that I’m afraid of breaking it. It’s way too special for me! But on the other hand, such a beautiful ring should be seen around.
a giving ring
Vin liked the idea of “passing happiness” so much that she decided to start her own “passing” thingy. Along with the ring I received two little envelopes with the instruction that one was for me and the other one should be for someone else. God! It took me hours to decide which one I kept! Finally my mum picked up one and it was the end of the deliberation. I already wrote in this blog about Vin’s amazing art, but again, I love it. Every series that she does keeps surprising me, it’s so Vin but different from all her work at the same time! Her use of colours, textures, her love for different papers and colour lawyering. I need to frame it!
I hope you allow me to make a “remember when” moment. I forgot to post something really important: a video of how a couchsurfer host became a friend, a video of how three months in Melbourne taught us so much about ourselves, about people and, more important, about how to have real fun.
To everyone we met in Melbs or came to visit us: THANKS. You are all awesome and you’re the reason why I keep smiling when people asks me about that city.
The main problem when I decided that I wanted to visit small parts of my country was that everyone was working but me. Also, I couldn’t afford big trips: I wasn’t working! However, I wanted to take my dear Marty on his day off to visit my favourite spots in Catalunya (or Catalonia, as you like!). Obviously my first thought was Costa Brava, but unfortunately I can’t drive, so we had to choose a place reachable by train: Girona.
Girona! Many foreigners visiting Barcelona never think of that cozy little city! And, as you’ll see, it’s a huge mistake not visiting it.
Houses in Onyar river
crossing the river
The main attraction of Girona is its Jewish Quarter – Call in Catalan -, apparently the best preserved and largest Jewish Quarter in Europe. Its beauty it’s obvious. You feel the history in the air just walking along those cobbled streets. Marty asked me if they knew how beautiful it was while they were building it. And that kept me wondering: did they know? I mean, of course it was built narrow for protection and the only thing they had were those amazing stones, but, did they realize how special was that place? We will never know. Luckily, we still can enjoy it.
Me at the Jewish Quarter
In the area it’s also nice to visit the Cathedral of Santa Maria from XIth century or the church of Sant Feliu, from the XIVth century. I can’t help it: I loooove churches! One day I’ll tell you about my obsession with religion being totally and deeply atheist.
Esglèsia de Sant Feliu
I also have to mention the Medieval Wall, from 9th and 14th century. Stunning!
After the whole morning visiting this amazing city, we followed my friend Titus recommendations and we went for lunch to Hostal Coll: a classic. The average age was around 50 years old. The food was damn good! We ate a 3 course meal (including fideuá or pig cheeks) plus desert and a bottle of wine (properly mixed with soda to do a “tinto de verano“) for around 12 euros each. Awesome!
The only problem of eating so much and so good was that afterwards we couldn’t even walk. All we wanted was to have a siesta! We wandered around for a while and obviously went to have some beers. After that, train back to my town, where I had cooked some canelones for dinner, but I should talk about them another day. So much food!
Did you really think this blog was going to end just because I was back to my country?
Ok, I did think so. But one day I sent an e-mail to my dear friend Jai and I told him that I was pretty sad that the whole trip was over although I was looking forward to seeing every one of my friends. Jai replied a really nice email that ended with a sentence:
THE DREAM IS NEVER OVER.
And guess what? He was totally right. It doesn’t matter where I am, it doesn’t matter with who I am or what I do, from now on I will always be travelling, I will always be dreaming, I will always be experiencing new things. The trip taught me that the world is not how I used to see it, everything changes depending on the glass you look through. And I’ve changed my blurry glass for a brand new one filled with hopes, dreams and amazing memories of the time I spend abroad.
Do you know my country? Probably most foreigners know it better than I do. I did describe in this blog how I saw New Zealand, Australia, New York, Cook Islands, Indonesia, so, shouldn’t I be able to do the same with my own but unknown country?
Last 11th of September I went to visit my friend Titus to Reus. 11th of September is the Catalan National Day. We commemorate our defeat during the Spanish Succession War. We commemorate a really sad thing, the loss of our freedom. But it is a reminder of who we were, who we are. I’m not a really political person, but I can’t help getting goosebumps when I hear our anthem and I think of what happened by then.
So, in that special day I went to Reus, a city located in the Tarragona province, in Catalonia. I had no expectations at all about the city, I just wanted to see my friend. But it turned out to be a pretty nice and interesting spot to visit.
Reus is famous for being the home town of Antoni Gaudí, our most famous architect. Ironically enough, there is nothing built by him in the city. However, I still got the chance to see some nice architecture like modernist Casa Navàs.
Casa Navàs by Domènech i Montaner
Or a nice church from the XVI century: Prioral de Sant Pere de Reus.
Esglèsia Prioral de Sant Pere
What surprised me most was just wandering through Reus’ little streets. Really catalan, but with a different atmosphere than the far north. It’s difficult to explain, but I could totally tell a different character in the area. It is a really beautiful city indeed!
Castells in Reus
As it was 11th of September, I got the chance to see some of the celebrations. In the area it is a tradition to build human towers, also known as “Castellers“. Although I’ve seen it hundreds of times, I still think it’s an amazing heritage.
Castells in Reus
All in all, a nice morning that ended with a delicious paella with Titus’ friends. Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures of that, but believe me, you’d be pretty jealous, so I’m making you a favour!
So yes, week 41 was the last week travelling. Last week in Indonesia and last week with Marina. Although it seemed a pretty sad week, I wasn’t sad at all. I kept on thinking on the good things that happened to me the last months, and I can’t feel luckier. It all has been so amazing!
Anyway, last Sunday we headed to Pangandaran, in the west of Java. To go there we took a bus for 8 hours. 8 hours in the worst road I’ve seen in my entire life. Are you picturing it? It’s even worse.
Pangandaran is a touristic area for Indonesians, so there were not many western tourists. That meant that Ramadhan was way worse. But anyway, it seemed a nice town to spend a couple of days.
On Monday we did the Green Canyon tour. First we went to see how they do the coconut sugar and we saw a man doing the Wayang wooden puppets (different to the leather ones of the center of Java). We felt like japanese tourists a bit, but well, it wasn’t for long….
clothes and coconuts
After that we went to the highlight of the tour: the Green Canyon. That was pretty beautiful. We swam on the canyon and saw some local animals. It was really nice. Then we became japanese tourists again, they took us to the beach, to eat and we ended the day visiting a Turtle Recovery Center. The turtles were SO CUTE! I want one!!!
Me with a super cute turtle (not as little as the other one!)
On Tuesday Marina took a surf lesson. I just took pictures expecting her to fall every time. But damn it! She did it really well! She stood the first time she tried!!! After that, it was time for a massage. She deserved it and well, me too! 1 hour massage with Andy for 4 €. Awesome!
Later we went for a walk to town. Pangandaran is the area that was devastated by the tsunami in 2006. All the town is filled with alert signs and evacuation exits. Besides that, is a fisher’s town: really quite, pleasant, nice, and with an amazing beach.
But we had to go back to Yogyakarta. This time we took the train instead of the bus. And as soon as we arrived we saw that the usually (because of the Ramadhan) empty Yogya was crowded with people and street restaurants and more people and thousands of becaks all around. What was that? Indonesia’s Independence Day. I’m sure there was a massive celebration in Bali. In Yogya was nice, but I guess if August 17th wasn’t Ramadhan, they would have done a way bigger party.
Oh, before I forget it: after some weeks analysing the food, Marina and I realized that Indonesians eat pigeons. And pigeons’ eggs. I don’t want to make any comments about that fact.
On Thursday we went to the other temple that we had to visit: Borobudur, a massive 8th century Buddhist temple in the north-west of the city. The excursion was at 5 am and we went to visit the temple before having breakfast, so it was exhausting. But anyway, the temple was incredible. Borobudur it’s a World Heritage Site for UNESCO, and it’s totally understandable. No matter how hard I tried to take pictures, it’s something that you should see with your eyes.
With nine platforms that represent a buddhist mandala when viewed from above, has more than a thousand panels with reliefs, 504 Buddha statues and 72 stupa with Buddha statues inside. It’s just impressive.
And well, the rest of Thursday and all Friday, what did we do? Nothing. We were tired and it was too hot to move. We just moved to get some food, and spend the rest of the day in bed under the fan. Hell yeah!
Despite Ramadhan, despite all the hassle, I have to say that Yogyakarta has something pretty special. Indonesia is amazing because every single place you visit is similar but completely different to the next one. With their languages, their religions, their different cultures. A huge country made of small little countries. So much to discover!
And what I’ll probably miss more of Indonesia is the sound of Gamelan, a traditional musical ensemble that has accompanied me all around Bali and Java: in their temples, in their dances, in their puppet shows. It’s hypnotic. Everytime I’ve seen a Gamelan orchestra playing my mind has blown away. That sound just takes me to another dimension.
By the way, although I’m going to miss Indonesia, I can’t wait to eat CHEESE and drink MILK. And I’m never going to eat rice again.
Last Monday, 8th of August, exactly 9 months after starting travelling, Ina and I met again. Yeah! I think the best way to end my trip is exactly how I started it: with her. So my last couple of weeks in Indonesia will be with her.
We met in Ubud, my last time in that amazing city. It feels like I’ve been there forever, with Yasmin, with Ade, with Matthias, with Erwin, with Björn. My Ubud friends! So we had some dinner together once again. We drank arak and, like always, life is nice if you are surrounded by the right people.
On Tuesday I took Marina and Björn to do a tour on the main highlights of Ubud. Having been there already 3 times I had become an official tourist guide of the city! So Monkey Forest, drinking avocado juice and my beloved temple Samuan Tiga. I also had my experience with the local police: in Bali police are totally corrupted, so they stop random westerns (I’m not really sure if locals too) with the aim of giving them a fine. No matter what you do, no matter what you have, they just want money. As a good Spaniard that I am, I sorted out the situation just paying 2 Singapore dollars (the equivalent of 1 euro) when the normal fine is between 10 and 15 euros.
rice fields in Ubud
After a really nice day, we had dinner all together for the last time. I even had a guest star from Spain: finally I saw Yolanda and Simon, who had been almost chasing me for the last month in this part of the world but with a bad timing that didn’t allow us to see each other until then. It was a perfect day as a last day in Bali.
Bali! That island will always remain in my heart. I know it’s damn touristic, but I think it’s still totally worth it a visit. Their culture, their villages, their beaches. Bali is a little piece of paradise. It’s just a matter of finding your own spot in that island and forget about the rest of the world. I would have spent the whole month there, but I was curious to visit another island, and I know that I’m coming back to Bali someday, so on Wednesday Marina and I took a bus direction Java.
And here starts the longest day ever: we left Ubud at 14h. We first went to Ubung and from there we took a bus to Probolinggo, where we arrived at 3h (in the morning!). If you are ever considering going there: don’t. We went there with the idea of visiting Bromo, but it turned out that it’s way easier if you just hire a guided tour with all included. Doing it yourself will just take you longer and cost you twice as much. We left with the tour towards Bromo at 3’30h, so we could see the sunrise from Mount Penanjakan, viewing Mount Bromo and Mount Batok.
Sunrise from Mount Penanjakan
The sunrise left us speechless. Smoking Mount Bromo seems from another planet. After seeing dawn there, they take you on a jeep to Laotian Pasir and you can even go up Bromo. It’s just stunning. The pictures don’t make justice at all to the beauty of that place.
After that, what? Yes, another bus. 10 hours in our way to Yogyakarta. In total, it took us 30 hours from Bali to Yogyakarta. Longest day ever.
We woke up on Friday and we finally understood that we were in Java instead of Bali. One word: Ramadhan. Java is mainly muslim. And in 2011, Ramadhan is in August. So during day the whole island seems almost asleep: shops closed, almost no people in the street (considering the population of more than 100 million people just in Java, it’s pretty amazing to see empty streets!!). We went to visit the Kraton, which was (or maybe still is) the Sultan palace. Kraton is boring, empty and totally not worth it, but well, we had to visit it. The city looked like a desert! I just kept on thinking of what people told me about Yogya, and I couldn’t see any of that. No street life, no musicians, no food on the street. Nothing at all until 18h. As soon as the mosques called to pray and fasting was broken, the city came back to life. Suddently everyone was eating, drinking, smoking. We found an amazing food market in a hidden street with food to die for. Yogya has to be so cool during the rest of the year!!
Food market in Yogyakarta
On Saturday we took a bus to Prambanan. One of Yogya’s must-see. Prambanan is a Hindu temple from the ninth century that has more or less resisted several earthquakes and human disasters. It’s just impressive. Massive. But also weird because now it’s surrounded by mosques.
Prambanan temple in Java
Me in Prambanan
At night we went with some friends to see Wayang Kulit, a leather puppet performance, at Sasono Hinggil. It took ages to find the place, and there we were the only foreigners. I would like to say that it was worth it, but it was the most boring think I’ve seen in my entire life. The puppet performance lasts around 7 hours. We only stayed 1. It’s a puppet show in ancient Javanese with just one man speaking. We thought we didn’t understand it, but the truth is that the locals didn’t understand it either: they were just eating, chatting, smoking. It was sort of social event for them. But well, we had the chance to see it and I’m glad for it.
You know what? In a week I’m back in Spain. The trip is almost over.
Back to Padangbai, for the last time though. After having dinner in one of my usual restaurants, on Tuesday I ended up talking with a british guy in love with diving. And guess what? After three hours talking I was totally convinced about trying it. Me! Diving!
On Wednesday I took a bus to the north, to Lovina. Where I had to meet Matthias again. On the way, the bus stopped at my beloved Ubud and I had the chance to see again Yasmin. I won’t stop saying it: her energy is contagious, her spirit is just a blessing. From Padangbai to Lovina I used again a Perama bus company, I’d rather sit slightly comfortably and pay a bit more than going with those old shuttle buses. It took me around 5 hours to get there in total.
But once in Lovina: we had a hotel with a swimming-pool! And in front of the beach. A proper beach! Again, it was sunset time. When it was dark, the stars were just gorgeous! It looked like they were about to fall over us!
On Thursday we did some exploring of the area. We went to visit Air Terjun Gigit (i.e. waterfalls), Danau Buyan and Danau Tamblingan (i.e. lakes) and Air Panas Banjar (i.e. hot springs). The road was beautiful again. And the whole area was not touristic at all.
During the weekend we wanted to stay in Pemuteran, far north-west. So before leaving, I wanted to see some more temples (I never get tired of them!). Trying to find Pura Beji and Pura Dalem I could just find Pura Madawe Karang. But man! So amazing! The carvings were just impressive! Probably one of the most beautiful temples I’ve seen so far.
Pura Madawe Kadang
From Lovina to Pemuteran it took us 1 hour by motorbike (although a girl at a bar told us that it should be 3 hours…) and there we stayed at Kubuku Resort. It was pretty expensive, but the whole area of Pemuteran is overpriced due to isolation. Don’t expect the same prices as the rest of Bali.
On Saturday was my day: DIVING! apparently the little island of Menjangan is one of the best spots of Bali (of Indonesia? of the world?) to dive (as the Liberty ship wreck in Tulamben, east coast). So this was my introductory dive.
So weird! My ears hurt heaps, and I had a serious headache. But once I got adapted to the whole thing and I looked around I got shocked. Being under water is the closest thing to inner peace. Every single creature is graceful under water. All is quite, all is calm. I saw fishes of colours that I couldn’t even describe and, guess what? I SAW A TURTLE! Oh my god, I remember it and I still get goose bumps. She (clearly was a girl) was the most elegant animal on earth, swimming following the currents. I was trying to chase her, but I don’t control distances under water, so when I thought I was close, apparently I was more than 3 meters away…
Bad things of diving? Sore ear and bleeding nose as soon as I went up. I’m not really sure if there’s something wrong in my ears or I didn’t do the decompression thingy properly. Whatever, was totally worth it. As soon as I get checked by a doctor, I will try it again.
I left Pemuteran on Sunday to go back to Lovina. On a different area of the city this time, less touristic, with more locals. And I ate the best fish ever at Warung Rasta, wrong name for a restaurant, I know, but ignore that fact and try to go there!
Me and my bike
After visiting the north of the island, I went back to Ubud again. To spend the last days in Bali with my balinese gang: Yasmin, Ade, Erwin, Matthias. Everything is better if you’re surrounded by the right people! But that’s another chapter of the blog!