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Hello from the other side of the world. Apologies for the late post/delayed comments, etc…Getting Internet here is a bit of a challenge, but we will get there, I promise! While on the plane (and believe me, it was a long journey!), I was wondering where I was from. Technically, I am French. But my home, for the time being, is in London. And finally, for some weird reasons, I feel at home in Bali.
In short, my life is complicated. Sigh.
Look at the beautiful plant!


Why couldn’t it be more simple? I could have stayed in my village near Saint Tropez where apparently my grandmother has found an ancestor who was living there more than 400 years ago. But no, I had to escape. I don’t know why.
There is something about Bali that resonates with me. Is it the deep sweet smell of the warm earth? Or the beauty of the temples, the beaches and the landscapes?  Or the colourful clothes and immaculate women walking down the street with piles of offerings on their heads?
I have absolutely no clue.

Look at the fabric!

Coming here does the trick every time. I can feel my energy levels coming back, slowly but surely (I had a stressful year. Honestly). There is an order that I like here, something about the slow pace of the people walking in a procession. The sound of the gamelan seems to push everything else in my head, and, for once, I can enjoy the present –usually, I am a serial worrier –on Sunday, I think about all the parties that my daughters will have to attend during the week, and what they will bring, who will pick them up…and if something is missing I usually freak out.
Being on holidays is also the time when stark realisations dawn on you:
       My leg wax doesn’t last as long as it should. And I will not mention the bikini wax. I thought that being married meant that you don’t have to wax that often but once again I was wrong.
       My beautiful little dress is too tight this year. I can barely walk in it.
       The guys start eyeing my daughter and not me any more. Bunch of perverts. Surely it means that I am getting wiser. Yes, surely.
       French behave in a funny way when abroad. I sometimes make them try to speak in English. Just for fun (for me, not for them!).
       I need to brush up my Bahasa Indonesia skills (the language here). I thought that I was still good but once again I was wrong.
Lots of new creatures here

And we arrived only yesterday! Watch this space, I am sure that there will be more to come!

Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London
  • Can’t wait to see more photos… it looks like a beautiful and soul refreshing place.

  • I went to Indonesia last year, but missed Bali…feeling relaxed just thinking about it…but cringing at the thought of a bikini wax! Enjoy! x

  • Ok, I can’t wait to see Bali and you just made me realize how much I was missing on by not travelling!
    As for eyeing your girls…that will be your constant worry even when they are 30! Yes, my dad still worries about men eyeing his “little girls” and we are all well past 20! 🙂

    Waiting for more to come!

  • Nice pics, nice place, isn’t it?
    Miss_agie

  • What an exquisite place, Muriel! Following a quick google search, I think I’ve found my new Bali screensaver. (Your pictures are great, by the way.) Just reading your post relaxed me. I felt like I was there — until you mentioned waxing. 😉 I hope you’re having a wonderful time.

  • As a father, I can tell you we never stop worrying about daddy’s little girls.

    Maybe someday I can’t get to Bali. It doesn’t seem likely, but who knows. And I agree – lots of pictures please.

    Have fun.

  • Looking forward to hearing more about your trip. Don’t think I could face the bikini wax. I’ve tears in my eyes just thinking about it. How many languages do you speak? Have you been to Bali often enough to learn the language or did you live there for a while? I completely understand how a place just resonates with you. Turkey does it for me, at this stage I feel half Turkish, I’m just not sure which half.

  • And there’s probably not a baguette or a round of brie to be found! Enjoy your stay. I’ll be following your posts for a vicarious amble around the island…!

  • Lucky lucky you. I love Bali too, I love the music, I love the spirituality about the place and the rituals they weave into their daily lives. Enjoy your holiday and send more pics, they are gorgeous.
    We have just booked to go again, this time to Medewi – a surfing spot way up the coast 🙂

  • Wow I am very jealous of you 😀 I hope you have a wonderful time in Bali, and looking forward to more stories and pictures..

  • Have a wonderful time and a good relax – I’m sure you are the chic-est of them all!

  • Enjoy Muriel. It’s funny though how ‘reality’ sets in. I was the same when I went to Vanuatu. I suddenly embraced sarongs…to cover up the love handles that had seemed to have developed to my disgust. I can see we are going to have these issues with worrying about Denis’s daughter too – she turns 14 soon. Where did that time go.

  • One of the many places I hope to visit one day. Enjoy your holiday!

  • Isn’t is surprising how you can regain that lost energy in a place like Bali? It’s as if our modern cities and lifestyle drains us of it. Your usual wry humor still holds true in Bali. Am dying to find out your relationship with Bali as I imagine you lived there once. And what beautiful photos to illustrate your post. How about one of you – in your bikini, of course – and your lovely daughter on the beach? Or if not, just wandering through a local scene.

  • Hope you’re having fun in Bali (and I’m sure you are!)…Don’t worry about being a serial worrier…I think it’s something we pick up from Motherhood 101 😉

  • I’ve never been to Bali, but the way you describe how the environment changes you is something that I can wholeheartedly relate to. That’s what being in the Andes has been like for me! =) I hope to visit Bali one day! =)