Today I received an international driving permit – no test required. This, I assume is one of the many luxuries I have as an American. I can drive in Indonesia without knowing the rules of the road, by simply getting a picture taken and paying $25.00 at my local AAA office. I am pretty sure that a Balinese person traveling to America isn’t legally allowed behind the wheel that easily. Watch out Bali, there is a newbie on a moped coming your way!
This is my first time out of the country in my 25 years of life, but I already feel as if my perspective on life has changed. Since a young girl, I have heard stories of my aunt and grandmother traveling to Indonesia. I have heard about the moment they reached monkey forest in Bali, calling it “home” and the lifelong friends that were made on their travels. I have also heard about the bruising foot massages, Bintang beer and mushroom shakes. I am unsure of what the trip has in store for me, but one thing is for sure, I will be adding a spark to my life that can’t be found in America.