Hello everyone, I'm
have chosen a better hotel but it is still in Bali. As they have broken the key in the lock, we had to move rooms and have had access to our things 3 hours later. Émy had time to get stung everywhere, I had a chance of benadril. Émy wanted to go home for 10 minutes. She would not leave now I assure you. This morning they followed a different course of painting. They painted beautiful birds. Then came the dance classes. They put the costumes here, I can not wait to show you photos and video. They were made up, coiffed and decked with flowers. Two little girls came to show their dance. At first they were well on all shy. Now even in the absence of a common language they play together and play like crazy. Eve has just cut me to tell me that Balinese has taught him to play a musical instrument than I can what they call a kind of xylophone made of bamboo. It really makes everything here to make our stay enjoyable. Yesterday evening, once the itching subsided Émy we went to dinner. The old Chinese man, called by Professor gave us dinner. He made me taste their brandy and offered me a glass of wine (although it was bad, I could not let this wine is very rare and expensive in Bali in comparison to the cost of the remaining food). Despite his 80 years he is very attentive to its customers: it provides small spoons for girls who had trouble with the chopsticks, then it was postponed because his dog was afraid Eve. Their ice cream with ginger is great, he asked that we reserve Émy.
time I write a downpour ... the days are cloudy and it looks nothing like what I thought was their dry period. At least it is always hot ...
Professor came to take a photo with the girls dressed in Balinese, he was super happy. There are few people who impress me but this man is really somebody. He is of age but it was his experience that we perceive in him speaking. He made several trips around the world. He dreams of a coffee plantation to serve good coffee in Bali (Luke may reflect the poor quality of coffee here. For my part, I'm glad I do not drink) I love the reflections of this man, it seems wise (although unlike the Balinese, it does not go to the temple). He obviously loves people. Take time to look at the world around us, is not this a sign of openness and wisdom.
Tonight, the rain may stop if we go to a ceremony for the temple festival nearby village. For the event coordinator of the hotel, which we love very much, I think we offered to accompany us and lend us costumes needed (since only the sarong, a kind of cloth they placed around our size, not enough not) Despite the costumes, we will still look like tourists through their set of rituals. As Bali is an island that lives mainly on rice and tourists, they are accustomed to see people from everywhere. They are always polite and nice to us. Wherever possible we try to respect their customs. By reflex, we remove our shoes now always wherever we go. We often a sign head with folded hands saying Terim Khasi (I nesuis not sure of the spelling, but it means thank you)
Girls collect a whole bunch of things they are eager to show you (hat, purse , sarong, paintings, necklaces). Emy Eve and especially practice what the people here learn: dance, painting, carrying things on their heads, messages. Furthermore, I remind them often here we always smiled.
Here I see and I really understand why Bali is called "Island of the Gods"
Sonia.
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