Oh Bali, You have been amazing!

So our first family trip is coming close to an end and tomorrow night we will be enroute back to Melbourne. The time has flown, and it always does when you are on holiday.

The weeks when you work drag, the days coming up to your trip seem like they click over so slowly but the actual days when you are away, go by in an instant.

I’m currently sitting on a day bed in our villa overlooking our pool. Jack is fast asleep having a nap (first nap in about a week!) while Steve is off with Molly getting some more ink. (Steve, not Molly!)Ethan’s having the rest of the afternoon, with his auntie, uncle and cousins at Waterbom Park.

I’ve just ordered some Mie Goreng.

I love Mie Goreng!

This hasn’t been a full on trip full of day tours and running around like a headless chooks. We’ve given ourselves a bit of grace – 3 kids in tow and a toddler that is high maintenance! Yes, possibly like his mother!

We’ve experienced awesome food, beautiful people. Re-uniting with friends again. Genuine conversations, shopping, massages, beach sunsets and family moments.

There’s also been, Bali belly, eye infections, vomiting and a throat infection.

Steve and I have come off somehow unscathed. (blog post about what to do when kids are sick abroad coming soon)

I have had the most bestest time here in Bali. I can’t actually pinpoint the reason why I love this place so much, but it must be something deeper than the cheap shopping, flowing drinks and tatts that brings me back here time and time again.

Has it been everything that I had hoped for our first trip, all 5 of us together?

Then some and more!

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