Outside the library we saw a grasshopper about ten times the size of the grasshopper that Ezra made friends with. He only had one leg, but he could still jump a long ways. Ezra was talking to an Australian who was taking a Balinese wood carving class. “That’s sure is an UGLY face!”. “”Thanks mate. I want him to be a bit Ugly.””
We took our last trip through the Monkey Forest. The monkeys played alittle bit in the fountain to the ooouu! And aaaaah! Of the crowd. We were on our way back from town. We left too early in the morning for the Monkey Forest gates to be open and actually directed an Australian couple throught the Motorbike-Scooter trail around the Monkey Forest. We felt almost like a local. What to do on our last day? Go to the library! Ezra played with the little library boy again. He loves the toys of the boy outside the library. Ezra also struck up a conversation with a 27-year-old Australian guy taking a wood mask carcing class. “That sure is an ugly face!” “Why thank you, mate, I want him to be a bit ugly!” We also loaded up on DVD’s at $1 each. Just another item to buy for $1. Also a plug adaptor for $1. They were selling cups of coffee on the street for 25 cents. We stayed at the library uploading photos. I ran to Bali Buda and purchased lunch as well as some goodies for the trip and to mail packages off to Mylon and Granma. Hopefully Mylon will take good care of Ezra’s elephant shirt. The day was hot. We celebrated Ezra’s birthday again with chocolate cake and carrot cake. We said goodbye to the talking bird that we have befriended who says “Hello!” and “Art is Simple!” Good things to know. The streets were full of taxi Drivers and Massooses. We arrived home and started the process of packing for tomorrow. Viena and Era were quite content to come back and watcha movie. The elders were lining up for exercise class. The young boys were flying kites. The soccer players were starting to arrive. A typical day in Nyuh Kuning. Jalan – Jalan. Walking Walking. That’s what we do and I need to remember this – the walking people. Make things simple. Our last night was spent under clear skies staring at new constellations that look like a smile, a perfect smile of contentness and a box – and the clouds that move in. A slient night without bells or chanting or drums or singing – only crickets.
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