Thank you Ginger. It’s just after 4 am, I woke up in Sanur, Bali, and the frogs are barking outside like a base symphony. There are parts of me which are angry. Parts of me which live in wonder. Parts of me which are ill. I have a doc picking me up at 9:30 to take me to the urologist to get treatment for what ails he. This is the doctor mind you. As with all things, at any given moment there is hope and horror, hate and happiness. It just is. Pedaling as best as I can. Bali is the LAST place to find love for a 66 yo white woman. Except that when you wake up in Paradise you already are. Period.