I probably haven’t been travelling lately or perhaps the times have caught up with me. I was recently in Bali with my friends and on our second day we planned to go to some spa for a massage after a long day of sight-seeing. I asked our driver, Ari— a good-natured guy whose English accent can rival any call center agent working for a European account, if he has an idea on good spas around Ubud. He mentioned one as what he can think of as reputable and I should have agreed right away because when I mentioned, “any other else?,” poor guy was caught off guard and started handing me his iPhone: “Here, you can take a look at Google”. There you have it girls and boys, the universalization of travel. If this was years ago, Thomas Friedman could’ve gotten an island tan if he went to Bali instead of India and might have ended up with that same conclusion: the world is flat indeed. But I digress. If anything, Bali has rekindled my love for traveling which was almost lost because it seemed, for a while, every place is the same. The key, I reckon from this trip, is to just let things be. Sometimes, the more you struggle with finding what's better or what's new makes you miss the goodness that just clearly surrounds you. So, did google found us a good spa? No. We found a spa ourselves just by walking around. As any self-respecting traveler should.
