My friends and I had such a great time on Spring Break last year it seems like it will be impossible to top on a future vacation. While on one hand this speaks to the incredible time we had and makes it seem worth it, though on the other hand it sounds kind of depressing to think that I’m twenty-two years old and the best time of my life is already behind me. My dad told me not to be so melodramatic about a trip and that if I actually had that good of a time, he thinks I might have engaged in extreme behaviors, some of which he probably wouldn’t have approved. So, his advice is to temper my exclamations about my experiences in Bali and just relax a bit because I should have one or two more good years ahead of me before everything starts to go down hill. I hope he’s being a little sardonic, and appreciate his efforts, though that doesn’t relieve my concerns about topping this last Spring Break.
So, the group of us, about twelve, stayed in three rooms in a great beach hotel Bali. You can imagine crowding four people, all female so don’t think it was morally adverse or anything, into a single room is already going to stir up trouble and that was just the beginning of it. We literally crawled out of bed at the crack of dawn, or even earlier, every day and headed out to the beach before breakfast. And sometimes, we had barely even laid down our heads before hopping back up. The entire island was absolutely beautiful and their were plenty of other tourists to keep things lively, although the locals were extremely friendly and seemed to enjoy the beaches as well, which makes perfect sense. Overall it was pretty informal and we generally at street side cafes and fast grills. It was great food though, and while I can’t describe it all, it was certainly a great time.