Bali is a pretty small island, only about the size of Delaware and to my suprise, English is widely spoken here. Who knew? Apparently, it's a popular tourist destination. I guess I would know this if i traveled more, but I am only 16 years old. (I don't know much.) But upon arriving in this quaint little town, I have learned already that years ago, there was a terrorist bombing here and as a result, getting around the island is much easier than it would have been 10 years ago. Everyone is desperate for work. It seems their fountain of foreign wealth has dried up and we are the water that will power that fountain once more. Since we got in late, we decided to drive to the town of Ubud, check into a nice little hotel, and call it a day. But when we got there, the Balinese staff was so friendly and adoring, we ended up taking a swim, talking and eating platters of tropical fruit, walking through the pretty garden, and don't go to bed until 3 AM. I will definitely be sleeping in tomorrow. I'm thinking room service?
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