We arrived in Bali several days ago and the jet lag is still kicking my ass. My body is taking far too long to adjust to the 12 hour time difference, but thankfully my schedule includes only the following: beach, spa, nap, yoga, shopping, dinner, repeat. So, I'm able to manage.
Our lovely villa, complete with our own Hindu temple, is in the Seminyak beach area, which is also known as the French district or the fashion district. It's a little less crowded than the more popular Kuta, which I've heard is the Cancun of the South Pacific. (Not that there's anything wrong with that!)
My favorite things so far: The amazing, rich, smoky smell of Bali, the wonderful floral smell of your clothes when they come back from the laundry, the food, the warm Indian Ocean, the smile and the laughter on the faces of almost everyone I meet, the delicious tropical fruits, and the offerings (canang sari) the Balinese set out everywhere, several times a day to thank the Hindu gods and placate the demons.
Still so much to do and see, which we will if I ever get out of bed and Mr. Henry ever recovers from his travel/sun/foreign microbes-induced fever. Poor baby. What kind of fool mom brings a kid halfway around the world?
Henry makes an offering our first morning:
It was brought to my attention recently that I'm a terrible traveler. Specifically, a "bad road-tripper", but generally terrible. Apparently, instead of just settling in for a fun ride, not only do I complain about how long it's taking, but I'm in constant need of a remedy for whatever happens to be ailing me. And a lot ails me. (Usually I'm having a panic attack or some kind of digestive issue.) Then I tend to load up on drugs and become good for nothing. (i.e.conversation, driving) I admit, I'm no fun on the road.
Phrases like, "long haul flight" and "crossing the International Date Line" make me especially anxious and my breath gets shallow every time I think about packing for our trip to Bali next month. In fact, when I think about our 36 hour, 4 leg flight to paradise I sort of want to cry, so I soothe myself with some retail therapy.
From deep in the closet I can hear my Eres bikini mocking me and the 7lbs I gained over the holidays, so today I'm going to focus on in-flight style and comfort.
My friend Mary says that this cape from Anthropologie, appropriately named "Cover of Darkness" is a must-have for any long flight. It's incredibly soft and somehow looks chic while also being kind of a wearable blanket. I'll probably pair it with my favorite pair of David Lerner leggings and ballet flats.
One of the most important ways to keep comfortable while traveling is to stay well-hydrated. I'll have a pot of shea butter for lips and eyes, but nothing beats a blast of Evian in your face. Not only does it refresh and moisturize, but the cool spray helps prevent or recover from any mid-flight freak outs. (What? You don't have those?) Someone once told me that applying lipstick helps calm you down too, if you feel like you're about to have a spaz, because you've been on an airplane too long. (That also might just make you look crazy.)
Of course I'll need a pair of Carrera gradient lens sunglasses to wear as I'm dashing through the Hong Kong airport after the 14-hour flight from Los Angeles. The lights in the duty free shops can be so glaring.
And finally, a large, yet sleek bag to haul my entertainment, pharmaceuticals,
hydrators and any airport purchases. The Longchamps long-handled tote bag is very roomy and it has a zipper. (Lest anyone try to slip something in your bag that could land you in an East-Asian prison.) Plus, it will double as a beach bag at my final destination!
I'm quite confident that having these material things will make my trip perfect and I'll be totally comfortable and sane. A cool and chic world traveler, right?