On our second day in Bali, we went to visit a temple on an
island barely off of the coast. In the hot, humid Bali weather, the
last thing I wanted to was don a tightly fit triple layered clothe
over my legs, also known as a Sorong. Tim explained that since it was
high tide, in order to get blessed, we had to go through a path of
knee high ocean water to reach this island. I honestly was so sweaty
and tired that I was ready to go back to the hotel, and the idea of
trudging through waves was not very appealing. But then I realized
that I would regret it so much if I said no. Even though I was wearing
a white shirt and the waves would hit me higher than my knees (but no
higher than my stomach, don’t worry Mom), I said yes. I’m really glad
that I did get blessed, not only did I feel like I had made the most
of the journey, but I also was allowed to take off the Sorong and wash
off all of the mucky feelings in the ocean. Double win!
--Dana Chang
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