Nov. 12, 2010, 3:30AM
I got on this plane two days ago. Just before midnight on November 10th. Lily saw me off at the gate. For some reason I had not expected that. I expected to be dropped at the curb as I’m used to. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to drop you curbside.” Right now I’m realizing that I didn’t take any photos of our time at LAX. I wish I would have. I was thoroughly enjoying the moment. Each moment.
I wish I had a photo of, no, a video of her walking away from security where we had to part. She smiles between each kiss, she can’t help it, her mouth was built that way. She wore her traditional Guatemalan poncho which gives her an adorable anonymity, as if she could be just any South American walking a dusty road. As opposed to when she gets all dressed up and looks like fuck just waiting to happen. She didn’t wait till I was out of sight. She waved, smiled, of course, then softly turned her back and slowly started away. For a short while is was as if we were both leaving, just to different destinations. She occasionally turned for one more glance, then disappeared past the wall of check-in counters. I’d love to have a photo of her slowly walking away right now. I’d compare it to my memory and enjoy romanticizing the details.
Nov. 12, 2010, 4:29AM
It’s pitch black outside my cockpit window. Not really a cockpit though. When I land in Taiwan in an hour the sun will be rising two days after I departed 14 hours ago. Meanwhile, Lily woke up six hours ago at 6AM yesterday and is about to take her lunch break from teaching her 6th graders.
The sun is just starting to peak out from under her covers in Taiwan. It is a brand new day. Every possibility is flowering, overwhelming every expectation even before it is imagined.
I finally arrived in Bali around 3PM. Dawn & Tarah met me at the airport which was magical since I was having some anxiety about being able to follow Tarah’s directions to the house. Even better, she had a masseuse waiting for us at the house when we arrived.
Why am I here? Why am I here? Why do I want to be here? Why do I choose to be here?
Butterflies and bats weave through our lush tropical yard. I’m lounging out back on our hammock while Tarah gets her massage. Scooters, crickets and distant chanting are the constant soundscape punctuated by the occasional cow or rooster. Somewhere behind the dense cloud cover the sun is setting on my first day in Bali.