Bali - Day 3.5

The shuttle came to pick us up and they asked for “Sari” or “Sorry” Quinn. This was my name for the rest of the trip. Apparently they don’t do well with the Sh sound, and there was nothing awesome about being paged at the surf shop, the hotel, the villa, the restaurant, wherever as “Sorry Quinn.” Thanks Mom and Dad.

I was a bit surprised when we arrived at Villas Serenas because I had pictured it would be larger and more luxurious and beachfront, but it didn’t take long to fall in love with our little home.






In fact, it pretty much happened that night when we all met for the first time. We sat in a circle and introduced ourselves and told about how we had found this retreat. It was interesting to hear almost every single woman tell a very similar story. A story each one no doubt thought was there own, singularly unique experience. Basically it boiled down to: I found it online searching for a getaway because I can’t take life anymore. Overwhelmed by work, Recent divorce or breakup, or some issue that left them in some sort of pain and needing an escape and some peace.

I for one, was touched by all the stories (women were from the US, the UK, Australia and Germany.) and the fact that we do all share such a common human experience. The average age was probably about 32 or 33 and the oldest woman was late 40’s early 50’s, the youngest was 26. Most were in their 30’s. It was great to be with a group of women who were all in the same place in life, mostly single, and all open to new experiences.



I love our little villa, with indoor/outdoor living – we ate all our meals outside – and our little street sort of hidden from the main thoroughfare.






We had a delicious supper, and went to bed early that night---ready for our first big day of surf in the morning!