We fell in love with the land and the place and built a house at the edge of a village surrounded by rice fields and with a breathtaking view of the sea. We realized our dream: to live within walking distance of the ocean, to experience the growth and wealth of the tropical nature, to be part of a peaceful community. We want to share the dream.
On Bali people live outdoors. There are no doors. The garden is part of the living room. The wind from sea blows gently along the dinner table, the kitchen and the couch to the lotus pond, the terrace, and the swimming pool and to the palms near the temple against the back wall of the garden.
The bedrooms all have air conditioning to keep the sleep cool, but during day time the windows can be opened to let in the sea breeze. On the balcony of the bedroom you have your breakfast in the morning and at sunset a beer, the sea aquamarine, tangerine or almost black. The sky is aflame. Sometimes a tropical shower pours down.
The feeling that you had as a child when you crawled away in a tent or a tree-hut will return when you sit in the baleh bengong. To read, dream, sleep, eat a pisang, have a fruit punch. It is next to the swimming pool. If it gets to hot, you dive in.
The gods have their own home within our home. Two temples dedicated to the Balinese gods keep peace and happiness in and demons out. Daily the servant brings offerings to the gods: little baskets with flowers and fruit.
As soon as the world wakes up, the birds start singing and the earth blushes like a bride, nothing is more wonderful than to walk to the sea, look at the foaming waves of the ocean and the beautiful shells whipped ashore. You are alone except for a fisherman who throws his nets in the sea and draws his catch in.
Your evening stroll takes you to the village. Now and then you see a large mat partly on the road with rice drying on it. At the warung a man squats down to grill sateh. He laughs and raises his hand in greeting. Boys drive their scooters over the road as in the past they drove their small horses through the fields. A woman carries a big basket on her head. She has done her laundry in the kali. A man on his bicycle passes with an enormous bunch of bamboo on the carrier. You smell nasi goreng en kretek-cigarettes. Also the flowers: frangipani, melati, jasmine.
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