These are my children. I would not be the man I am today without them. They have immeasurably changed my world.
They are my truest companions.
She’s weaving a scarf. It will take her about four weeks to weave that scarf. If you visit Lombok, visit the Sukarara village, wherein all of the women weave. They learn to weave at 10 years old, and cannot marry until they can weave all manner of weavings by hand.
Don’t worry, the men have to build a house by hand before they can marry. It sort of evens out.
A tip for all of you newly married (and maybe old-married) people out there: find out what your significant other’s favorite flower is and bring it home every once in a while. Just because.
I spent last week in Lombok with my family. There were a few moments of total relaxation and calm, and all of them were directly associated with being in the ocean. Well, the Lombok Strait in the Bali Sea, which is an extension of the Indian Ocean. I love the feeling of standing in wet sand while the waves attempt to bury me.
This is the gate to Pura Meru, a nearly 300 year old Hindu temple in the city of Mataram, Lombok.
I’m not Hindu, but I am a big fan of their architecture.