I am writing this post as I sit in my beautiful Airbnb in Ubud, Bali and loving life. So with that, no, the irony of that title isn’t lost on me.
When I told people I was gonna go to Bali for three months, I actually meant Indonesian islands yet to be determined. I wasn’t particularly keen on following the Eat, Pray, Love cliche of a thirty-something single woman writing a book in Bali waiting for Javier Bardem to find her (though I wouldn’t mind that very much). I just didn’t really know what else Indonesia had to offer and what it would be like.