The Island of the Gods, the Morning of the World.

In Bali, I am intoxicated, infatuated, always in love, the endless sky, the spectacular Indian Ocean, the crashing waves casting a spell on me, one incantation after another.

Bali, you are pure magic.

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

You will begin to touch heaven in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.

Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on, across the universe

The Beatles, Across The Universe

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Open your eyes and come
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

Rumi

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

He had me at “Do you like Guns N’ Roses?”

Ijal, he’s a shining star. I don’t think he realizes just how beautiful he is.

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

They have worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there – and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road

 

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

 

Love happened at a side street canteen in Kuta in the form of Teh Botol Sosro. I took in this beautiful sweet cold drink made from jasmine and Indonesian gambier flowers, and thought to myself, my niece is going to annihilate this. Everything I had in Bali was a postcard to my family and the things they loved: Nasi Goreng, Mie Goreng, fried bananas, coffee and eggs sunny side up. This is for them, and all the “We are on our way back, would you like some Nasi Goreng?” phone calls, for all the mornings the entire house would be perfumed with coffee. I am drinking Kopi Bali every day now, and it is beautiful!

 

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

If you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

 

“Do you like banana or pancake?” Ijal and the boys ask me. I already know what they mean (hint: they like pancakes). They are containing their laughter, but these young surfers, so bright and healthy and happy, are ready to burst.

“I like banana pancakes?” I say, also ready to break.

(We had banana pancakes with Bali coffee at breakfast the day, and they were amazing.)

They teach me a few bad words and howl with laughter at every word I’d repeat. I crack up too, the words being so close to Filipino. I try to memorize their faces in the hopes that they might memorize mine, meeting them for the first time and already wondering if we’ll ever see each other again.

 

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

 

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

 

5.30 pm. Kix, Res and I emerge from one of the best massages of our lives. Just an hour earlier we were almost sure at least one of us (myself) was going to disintegrate in the sun. The massage had given us back all the limbs and senses we were afraid of losing in the narrow Poppies Lane. We would have stayed longer, but now it was time for the greatest show on Earth.

We walk back to the shore in complete awe – suddenly Bali had become another shade of beautiful – the air, cooler, the colors, deeper. Agus lights up as he sees us return. The young surfers start handing out shots of vodka. The beach, which had been a lullaby all afternoon, was now brimming with people and conversations, everything and everyone alive – the sky, the wind, the waves, the street behind us. The sun sets, and we are set in motion – the anticipation, the possibilities, the thirst. The sky was on fire, and all our hearts, with it. There is a collective silence as the sun makes its descent, and it is absolute magic hearing this stillness, myself and all these silhouettes in the horizon, awake and living, at/for this moment in time.

Coral, then vermillion, then a great glorious gold. The sun plunges into the ocean. Scarlet, then crimson, then Alchemy, the deepest veils of purple flood the sky.

At night in Kuta, everyone lives, and everything begins.

 

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

The only thing
I knew,
is that I
was a second,
and she
was eternity.
I spun in
clocks
and she swirled
in stars and
I,
I did not
deserve her.

Christopher Poindexter

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Dianna Capco - Kuta, Bali

Aku cinta kamu, Bali. Selamat malam.

Thank you Kix and Res. ♥ I cannot wait to go back.

 

 

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