"Whether we were meeting retired journalists on the Campuhan trail or splashing in an river like two wild woman, Franzi constantly taught me a new way to open my eyes to the world."

"I knew it was food poisoning after the third round of hunching over the toilet and holding back my own hair. The only other soul in my apartment was a giant lizard. Every time I finished vomiting, I always looked up to see him staring at me, his grey eyes flickering. I wanted my mom."

"'Well, here we go,' I thought, gingerly swinging my legs over the seat, trying to balance backpack and camera as I worried about flashing the old shopkeeper who watched the entire predicament with glee."

"All the seemingly tangled threads of my weeks in Bali were finally weaving together in harmony. "

"Where the river of the soul meets the rain of the Universe"

"Who are we? I dream... The molecules, briefly whispering in, then streaming out into the pool of Divinity."