Over and over, before we even set foot on this trip, I wondered, “Should I even go to Bali? Bali’s just not me.”
I’m so stoked that you stuck around for part 2 of this blog because part 2 is so much better than part 1!
So here’s where you left off, “Needless to say, the first 48 hours were hard. Tell me, if this were you would you not be a bit uncomfortable, angry, distressed, or frustrated in this situation?” . . .
This just so happened to be the time that I was reading the book, The Rock Warrior’s Way. And though I was already aware of everything the author spoke of in the book, the timing was ironic.
The book is mainly about having a learning based mindset which is something I’ve valued ever since I’ve started traveling.
But it very much felt like a sign from the universe that I was reading this at the time…or it maybe it was a coincidence.
Though I help my mom make a lot of our travel decisions I don’t consider myself the one that gets to or has to make the big decisions. So for the next few days I simply worked on trying to personally enjoy this learning process and how I should really value this challenge.Having a learning based mindset is the idea that no matter what you love to do—travel, rock climb, write, whatever it is—it's about enjoying the challenges involved in that passion not achievements.Click To Tweet
Because if you value achievements or don’t even value challenge, you will never be truly happy with where you are.
Medewi was nothing if not a challenge.
The next morning, I woke up and looked at the sunrise from our balcony a different way, it really was about as a good as a sunrise could get. I was grateful for the simple things like electricity and water. I went surfing, this time walking along the beach which was much more pleasant and beautiful. I cut up my feet again, but scored some rad waves. We had lunch and smoothies at the warung as a big happy family. I played in the water with my siblings. I surfed with my parents again, this time at the fun beachbreak in front of our house. We hung out at the house in our boredom. And finally we had another huge meal at the warung.
The restaurant in itself saved us. The food was so ridiculously cheap here, we ate like kings. We’ve never been able to go out to eat anywhere and each order our own drink and here we each got our own drink twice a day. Plates of food cost $1 and they were tasty.
During our stay the 2 women who ran the warung got to know us and my mom began asking for custom dinners. And if we ate well before, we began eating great. We had feasts for dinner and felt somewhat guilty because of how little locals routinely ate. When we ate better we began feeling better.