Mom Tri, owner of the resort, totally gets it. His spa uses edible coconut oil, he has an organic farm in Chang Mai with a cooking school, and looks super fit and healthy.
This is one of 3 pools at Mom Tri’s, and salt water too.
Each morning I’d find a newly bloomed lotus flower. They’re beautiful!
This is just one of several decks overlooking the ocean for dining and drinking. What a view!
This is the beach at Mom Tri’s….turquoise water and white sands. I did get a minor jelly fish sting. I was with a doctor, luckily, who kept me calm, and though it left welts on my arm, it was really not a big deal. I tried to swim a mile a day in the ocean. It was bath water warm and such a treat.
It was super special to get to meet up with 2 longtime friends from SF in Phuket, Thailand.
Dr D (which in Thai means ‘the good doctor’) runs the 21 Day Detox program, and he and his partner John Wood taught me all about detoxing almost 10 years ago. Dr D is currently living in Bangkok developing his clinic with cutting edge healing therapies.
Anthony Hall and I go way back to SF days of raves and web 1.0. He’s an amazing photographer, and artist in general. We’re both back in LA now…and combating jet lag! Anthony’s British…perhaps that explains his stern expression. But, I did manage get him to smile…..
Smiles and friends are two important pieces for fueling happiness. The sunshine and warm water and tropical environment helps too!
One way I like to entertain myself is with my camera, especially during long international flights.
The sunrise during my very long flight back to the USA from Tokyo was beautiful. Most people were sleeping and missed this amazing view.
I don’t sleep well on planes, and you’ll usually find me doing wall push-ups and stretching in the open area by the staff. Maybe that’s why one flight attendant remembered me from my flight to Asia 6 weeks prior.
We did the tourist route and visited Kintamani Volcano. We were lucky to enjoy this beautiful view because it rained a couple hours later and was socked in with fog.
Next, we drove to the bottom of Mt. Batur to hike up the volcano. As soon as we started our hike, it began dumping rain. And I mean torrential downpour! It was no use trying to stay dry, so we chose to keep climbing. Huge blessing that the rain stopped and the sky cleared as we approached the top so we could take in the views. And once we got back down to the bottom, we went and soaked in a mineral hot spring to warm up.
I had to put a photo of the back of our jeep in here. Our rain soaked clothes are hung up to dry, and we’re stocked up with 2 huge Montong durians. Our jeep smelled of durian from the outside. Good thing Carol and our driver both love durian as much as I do.
Check out this pretty bug. Does anyone know what type of insect this is?
I was thrilled to find an amazing vegan and raw food soup on the menu at the St. Regis, a 6 star resort in Nusa Dua. This wasn’t just any gazpacho…it was green, and topped with a deliciously refreshing Bloody Mary Sorbet.
Nusa Dua is a resort area at the south eastern end of Bali. This beach is full of white sand, and the water is the most amazing turquoise I’ve ever seen. My photo doesn’t even begin to capture the color of the ocean.
2 friends met up with me in Bali. Chris, the surfer, is my best friend from freshman year in college. That was a long time ago! And Carol’s my drum and bass dancing ballerina who keeps me up dancing late at night back in LA. The best of friends, sunshine, blue ocean, and hot weather. These are the main ingredients fueling my bliss.
I woke up super early, and it was still dark outside. I quickly threw on clothes and headed to the beach to catch my first sunrise on Bali. This was also my first sunrise of this new decade.
I was surprised at how many Balinese and young children were up and about so early in the day. Many were sitting on the water’s edge already, waiting for the sun to come up.
Soon after sunrise, I came upon this heart shaped tree. I took this as a sign for all good things to come today on this Island of the Gods.
Later, I found this tiny shell on the beach. It reminded me of how easily I get caught up in work when I’m back at home, and how easy it is to miss something so beautiful along my path. I have to remember to stop and smell the roses more frequently when I return to America.
Another thought that came to mind was that no matter how big something good or bad is, it’s all relative. In the grand scheme of life, everything changes and passes away anyways. So there’s no need to feel attached to things. I’ve got to remember to keep my eyes open to find bliss in the tiniest of places in every moment.