Holiday statistics

On a scale of 1-10, how I felt upon arrival in Bali: + 597

Number of times I thought of Mr Max when I was in the plane: 17

Number of times I argued with T: zero

Number of times we went shopping: 2

Miles driven : 782

Calories eaten : A gazillion.

Amount of paddy fields seen : infinite.

Steps climbed : seemingly endless

Times passed out from altitude: zero (yay me!)

Charming back roads driven: loads

Times I thought I was going to hurtle off the edge of a mountain because of those god-forsaken wiggly mountain roads: 21

Times I thought, “We should move here : 47

Times I realized we possibly couldn't : 47

Minutes spent soaking in hot springs : 0

Bruises received from overzealous masseuse: 0

Charming shops browsed: 2,017

Times I had to wait for T while he had to go pee: 73

Movies watched: 3

Hours of Olympics watched: 0

On a scale of 1-10, how I felt upon leaving Bali : -8,093,983

Number of hugs it took from Mr Max for me not to care about how I looked: 1

Number of kitty kisses received upon arrival home: 6,458

I’m home. My trip with T was wonderful. He pampered me and spent way too much attention on me and made me feel infinitely better ( aside from his funnily threatening wisecracks to shove me off the cliffs of Uluwatu)

It was precisely what I needed. And now I’m back, moderately energized and ready(ish) to start again.