"And so my journey in Bali ended in a strange combination of miracle and grief... I will always remember Bali as a time of dissolution and discovery, of dancing with ghosts and running through storms with the promise of what is to come."
"We left our shoes with the motorcycle at the edge of the beach. The slow, melodious sea glistened, white sand crumbled under our feet, and we returned to the magnetic moment earlier in the day, before we had known each other's names or vague identities."
"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."