I’ve learned, slowly because I’m very stubborn, restarting doesn’t just happen with the click of button, with humans at least. I do sometimes wish we could reset as easily as we reset our computers and phones or refresh a page on the web. But then, where and how would we gain the appreciation for the process of cleaning the junk out of our systems, reorienting ourselves, and taking care of ourselves enough to be able to suck the marrow out of life once again? I don’t believe we would. Efficiency can sometimes have us missing a crucial part of life: the slogging ever so slowly towards the path you would like to be on. So, while it’s bloody difficult to rest up enough to go on more adventures when they are right outside my hostel, literally, it’s an important practice I am learning to do: slow down to speed up. Ahh a rafting mantra relevant in any circumstance. Chloe, I’m thinking of you right now.
I arrived in Bali scooterless (this was a big deal because I had been driving one around for almost 5.5 months) and with a plan to “cleanse”, restart, rest up because I was fucking worn out, spent, exhausted from the semester and the last week in Thailand at Warm Heart wrapping up and saying goodbye. Exhausted. So, I located myself in Canggu, rented a bicycle, bought myself a yoga pass, and set out to the beach in the early AM to watch the surfers with a strong latte and some fresh fruit. Nice.
I loved biking around Canggu’s hilly roads, zooming with the wind whistling by me, sometimes going faster than the tourists first learning to scooter. The tiny sate ayam cart on the main drag run by family of 3, mother, father, baby (just looking cute), became a pitstop every day at a different time each day. Chatting with the family and the ladies on the sidewalk next to the cart selling Nasi Jinngko (?), like a mini nasi compur (rice and an assortment of meat and veggie dishes) for only 5,000IDR (yum). Pedas pedas (spicy spicy) of course made me many friends among the streetfood vendors.
Staying at one of THE MAIN party hostels was not my most brilliant course of action but it was fun to meet people on the sixth night of being there when I finally felt like meeting people. Before that, I had made friends with the cute and friendly indonesian bartenders, not the other guests.
Yoga at Serenity Eco Guesthouse was the way to go. They had a wide variety of options, some of which I tried out even knowing that I felt the best when I did Vinyasa flow. I had an unlimited pass for 7 days which cost me about $65 or 900,000IDR. Worth it. 
Their Vinyasa and Power yoga with a restorative class thrown in every now and again was just right for me. Besides being a yoga studio the guesthouse boasts nice open air organic, super healthy restaurant and sweet dormitories as well as bungalows all just a two minute walk from the beach. Highly recommend. I didn’t get a chance to stay there but that would be my first choice next time I visit. It’s not on the main drag but a road parallel and a 10-15 minute walk from the “downtown” Canggu (Betelnut, Crate Café, Old Man’s).
My favorite thing to do, as I mentioned before, was to ride my bicycle to Echo beach, end of the road parallel to Old Man’s (opposite side of Serenity – serenity, oldmans, echo), and sit at the picnic tables of the restaurants with a breakfast burrito, right on the ocean watching the morning gang of surfers play on the 8-10ft waves. 
There was a riptide starting right under the picnic table I liked to sit sipping coffee from and the best surfers knew how to use it to get out past the break without duckdiving or even, sometimes, getting splashed in the face. Impressive and so fun to watch. I would sit for hours just watching the ocean. The surfers made it fun but I could just watch the waves and be content for hours. I love the ocean and know I will need to continuously come back to or live by the ocean the rest of my life. It is a source of energy for me.
Anywhere It Takes Me 