Tiny island, Big name

Bali. A small island with a big name. Perfect, discover it all with a low budget.
Definitely possible.

In the air, the smell of incense sticks lingers. Women and men stand by the sea with their white sarong and offerings in their hands. A gentle breeze blows through my hair.

A sensual moment.

The people here live very differently. One is a rice farmer, another works in an organic café, one has their small shop, and another walks the streets with their food cart. And yet, everyone greets me with a happy smile.

Bali. A mix of West and East with its own unique touch.

So no matter where I go, the smell of incense sticks accompanies me, offerings are placed on the streets, and people smile kindly and enjoy playing with my baby.

It's a beautiful thing to travel with my baby. I get to know the country and its people in a new way.

Personally, I simply had the 'feeling' of going to Bali.

I didn't know much more. I just went with it.

My time here has become an unexpected adventure. With ups and downs.

And even though my days consisted of simple everyday things, it was still a unique, touching time.

Immersed in the life here.

My favorite moment is when I stand in the middle of the rice fields, close my eyes, and listen to the wind.

It once again showed me that the world is full of beauty, diversity, love, and possibilities. That life is an endless journey.