Dear Journal,

It's the first day in Bali and it is hhhhhhhhhooooottttttttttt. We just have gotten of the airplane or should I said we finally got of the airplane and it is 90 degrees fahrenheit! We start to get of the plane. First we go through a baggage check. Then we get our bag which is to heavy to be a carry on item and go outside. There, I see my grandma staring at me with bright eyes. I run into her arms. We talk in Indonesian and head to the car, which is driven by my mom's uncle. After the long drive home, we finally are at the wonderful house I spent my really young years in. Everyone is there. Smiling. Joy is in the air. It is hard to explain!

sincerely,

sita