27/01/2026
All the rain we’re having here in Spain again today took me straight back to Bali, this time last year.
The warm downpours. The sudden tropical showers that arrived without apology. Rain that felt less like an inconvenience and more like a rhythm you learned to move with.
A year ago, Paul and I set off on a three-month adventure to Indonesia.
An experience I had imagined many times before, gently parked in that familiar place called someday.
Not overplanned. Not fully mapped out. Just trusted.
We spent our days moving around the island on a scooter, weaving through narrow roads, rain-soaked air on our skin, laughter tucked into the silence between destinations.
Carefree. Curious. Adventurous in the simplest, most human way.
No rush. No agenda. Just presence.
Looking back now, what stays with me isn’t only the places we visited, but the version of myself who said yes.
Yes to movement.
Yes to not needing all the answers first.
Yes to letting life feel a little wider.
Rain has a way of doing that, softening the edges, reshaping the path, reminding us that nothing meaningful is ever completely controlled.
And maybe reflection isn’t about looking back at all.
Maybe it’s about remembering what becomes possible when desire is trusted and acted upon.
If something in you stirs as you read this, perhaps it’s your own quiet longing,
not asking to be rushed,
only asking to be heard. 🌧️🛵✨
