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SPAIN | Thu, 22 Jun 2017 | By guild_family_of_3 | Views [1203]
The People We Met
We had plenty of neighbors in Vera, but we only ever met one of our neighbors in our own apartment building (not counting the occasional “Hola” as you pass by in the halls). He was an older gentleman named Carlo who lived ... Read more >
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![To escape the bells and whistles, I spent one month living in a small villa in a quiet local area of southern Bali. With bits and pieces of my novice Bahasa Indonesia, I befriended this shy but friendly family who came knocking on my door in search of house-keeping work one day. Though my villa required little maintenance, I invited them to do some cleaning in exchange for a small fee. Even though they had offered their services, I felt inexplicably unsatisfied with the arrangement. Along with their monetary payment, I rounded up a bag of clothes, notebooks, pens, candies and rice, and offered it to them with more compassion than gratitude. This was the day that I realized Bali isn’t just a wonderland of self-indulgence. More than a tourist playground, it is a homeland - a reality that is too often overlooked.: by tiffani, Views[394]](https://s3.amazonaws.com/aphs.worldnomads.com/tiffani/41664/IMG_4070_medium.jpg "To escape the bells and whistles, I spent one month living in a small villa in a quiet local area of southern Bali. With bits and pieces of my novice Bahasa Indonesia, I befriended this shy but friendly family who came knocking on my door in search of house-keeping work one day. Though my villa required little maintenance, I invited them to do some cleaning in exchange for a small fee. Even though they had offered their services, I felt inexplicably unsatisfied with the arrangement. Along with their monetary payment, I rounded up a bag of clothes, notebooks, pens, candies and rice, and offered it to them with more compassion than gratitude. This was the day that I realized Bali isn’t just a wonderland of self-indulgence. More than a tourist playground, it is a homeland - a reality that is too often overlooked.: by tiffani, Views[394]")
To escape the bells and whistles, I spent one month living in a small villa in a quiet local area of southern Bali. With bits and pieces of my novice Bahasa Indonesia, I befriended this shy but friendly family who came knocking on my door in search of house-keeping work one day. Though my villa required little maintenance, I invited them to do some cleaning in exchange for a small fee. Even though they had offered their services, I felt inexplicably unsatisfied with the arrangement. Along with their monetary payment, I rounded up a bag of clothes, notebooks, pens, candies and rice, and offered it to them with more compassion than gratitude. This was the day that I realized Bali isn’t just a wonderland of self-indulgence. More than a tourist playground, it is a homeland - a reality that is too often overlooked.
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