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After Sanur, Lisa and I headed to Ubud. When we arrived I said I couldn't commit to more than three days there. She ended up staying for four. I stayed for six. I could have stayed longer. It was the kind of place you could get stuck in for all the wrong reasons. Amazing food, much of which was vegetarian, very little of which was Indonesian. And the desserts. Oh, the desserts! Amazing shopping. I may have come out of there with a whole new wardrobe...

Bali is expensive. Not compared to the US, I suppose. But in comparison to everywhere I've been over the past four months. Maybe I've been spoiled by traveling 12 hours for $4 in India. Or spending $3.50 for rooms in Thailand. Or eating dinner for $1. So it's kind of hard now to be spending $15 on a room. Or $10 on a meal. And the only way to really see anything I might want to see, or to get anywhere, really, is to hire a car and driver. It adds up. A lot. A. Lot....

The problem with long-term travel is that things stop feeling exciting. Whereas on a one or two week vacation everything feels new and different, sometimes, after traveling for a while, things start to feel mundane. Oh, it's just another beach. Oh, it's just another temple. Oh, it's just another day. Sometimes I have to force myself to step back and think wow, how amazing is my life right now? Surfing has been on my life list since before I even knew what one was. I remember writing down in my diary a list of things I wanted to do in my life...

It was sad to say goodbye to everyone in Chiang Mai, but I knew it was time to move on. If only for a little while. I arrived in Bali, after flying all day through a crazy flight path I concocted to save a few dollars and to save taking a bus to Bangkok, at 11pm. I went straight to bed. The next day I explored Kuta, a beach that everyone told me was shit. But I liked it. Sure, it was crowded with backpackers. Sure, there were brand-name stores and tourists everywhere. But with a slightly overcast sky, temperatures more glorious than...

I am an awesome carton of unicorn milk. It was a little awkward being back in a place where I knew I'd be seeing a guy who had slept with me and then ignored me every day. I kept trying to work up the nerve to tell him I wanted to talk, just for a bit of, I don't know, closure, I guess, but I didn't. Sometimes I'm just the same old me....

Sometimes a friend mentions that she is craving something. And sometimes it makes you crave it too. And so you go to three different stores until you can find it. Get way too giddy when you walk down a store aisle and see it staring back at you. Pick it up, along with all of the ingredients you need. Go back to your friend's place. Turn on the hot plate. And make magic....

Fourth of July at Coney Island has become my tradition. I wake up early, make my way to Surf and Stillwell. Stand in the heat for hours. Witness more than a few people who have come to be friends scarf down double digits worth of hot dogs for ten minutes. Celebrate on the boardwalk with a couple of beers. Indulge in excessive drinking while watching the ESPN recap at a bar. I've made it to New York, and the Nathan's Famous hot dog eating contest, every year for the past four years. I couldn't imagine not being there. So, I had...