Sunday, August 15, 2010
I have no sisters. I am the related friend to 3 amazing brothers. But I have found many sisters in life already. I'm talking about those women you meet and instantly feel like youve already shared a life with them. Emily is my sister, my gypsy soul-sister. If we had past lives, then Emily and I were probably fellow Mayan Medicine women in Guatamala, or maybe we met skinning kangaroos as Aboriginals, or maybe we just ran in the same meerkat group. Whatever it was, that deep connection we have welcomed me to Bali last October. She strapped me to a motorbike for 3 days, with nothing but a bikini, cut offs, a sarong (which you really can wear 12 different ways- I tried em all) and an ipod on a Tom Petty repeat as we cruised through tiny villages in the hot Indo heat. After that tour of Bali beaches with my long lost friend, I arrived back to Ubud with a helmet head of salted dreadlocks, a very unique sunburn from sitting on a motorbike for 3 days, and a deep love for my sisters home on the island of Bali.
The film Eat Pray Love came out in theaters this week. An intriguing true story about a successful Manhattan woman in the post- divorced stage of her life. She chooses to flee her world as she knows it in search of self-discovery and awakening her hunger for life, spirit and love again.... In Italy, India and Bali.
Two things deeply affected me during this 2 1/2 hour movie- First of all, there is NO freaken way that she can fit all those clothes for a whole year in those 3 very different countries, into one duffle bag! (Welcome to the current anxiety of my 7 day countdown to packing my bag for the next ___ months of my life abroad...) And second, within the first image of Bali landscape on the big screen, I started to cry. Now this is nothing new, for I am fully equipped with a very sensitive emotional response mechanism for nostalgia, and beautiful things in general.
Last October I bought a ticket from Vientiane, Laos to Bali for one week...... I stayed for one month, and I cried as I flew away. Yes friends, food and familiar things are all left, but it's more about what that place had done for the spirit that brought on these kind of tears. The portal that it opened up deep inside me, and now leaving with no idea how to fill this exposed space. Bali is a very strong and intense place, known as an energy vortex on the planet where things just seem to happen, and they did. It opened up quite a lot that I had never allowed myself to feel, and it sent me away feeling raw, vulnerable, connected, and at peace. Bali is not known as a culinary haven, by any means, So I switched my normal focus from food, to that of the spirit and strength.
The island of Bali is so unique itself that it makes complete sense why it has this power to transform you. Bali is the one island in all of Indonesia that is not Muslim. The classic Hindu rituals are displayed openly- handmade baskets with offerings to the Gods containing rice, gold paper, flowers, banana slices, and coins, are placed on the ground with special prayers and a quick sprinkling of water off Plumeria petals. The papaya tastes like flowers there. All visible wood and stone is intricately carved and created. Monkeys live amongst the people. Sunsets resemble melted rainbow sherbet. The coffee tastes like dirt. The ginger tea tastes like heaven. And Nasi Goreng can cure a quizy Bali Belly or heal a Bintang hangover.
Bali-style vegitable fried rice or noodles with prawn chips and a fried egg
1 red chili (seeded)
1/2 teaspoon shrimp paste (belacan)
1 teaspoon palm sugar
1/2 tablespoon soy sauce (kecap manis is ideal)
8 oz. overnight rice (or make the rice 2 to 3 hours before)
1 fried egg
2 tablespoons oil
Break the overnight/leftover rice using the back of a spoon so they don’t clump together. In a wok, toast the shrimp paste on low heat until it becomes dry and aromatic. Toasted shrimp paste should be somewhat powdery and appear like tiny granules. Fry an egg and set aside. Using a mortar and pestle or a mini food processor, blend the shallot, garlic, red chili, and toasted shrimp paste. Transfer the blended flavoring paste into a small saucer. Heat up a wok and add oil. Add the flavoring paste and stir-fry until aromatic. Add the rice into the wok and stir well with the flavoring paste. Add soy sauce and palm sugar into the rice and continue to stir-fry and make sure that they are well blended with the rice. Dish out, top the nasi goreng with the fried egg and prawn chips, and serve immediately.
There have been many mixed reviews on the film Eat, Pray, Love so far. I liked it, personally. I tend to not have high expectations for films in general, but I did enjoy the movie. And frankly, if a Julia Roberts film about pasta, prayers, beautiful landscapes, and the greatest duffle bag on the planet, can all make more woman travel alone in the world- then I give the movie nothing but good reviews. And if nothing else, then the movie helped remind me how blessed I am to have a working passport, global sisters, and travel size tissues.