I’m sitting on the narrow front porch of Sisterfields Cafe in Seminyak, Bali. The sun is shining through the bamboo ceiling and a warm Balinese breeze is blowing. There are young tourists in straw hats and dresses chatting over an acoustic version of “Fancy” and the waitresses in matching striped tees and aprons are laughing in the corner.
Then, it appears: the prettiest meal I have ever eaten. Ever. The smiling waiter places before me a blended feast of bright, wild blueberries mixed with sliced bananas, strawberries, goji berry granola, and coffee honey. The colorful concoction is topped with tiny flower petals and mint leaves. I take a minute to marvel at all of the beauty contained in one ceramic bowl before lifting a spoonful to my mouth.
Acai bowl heaven.
It’s cool and refreshing. The granola is fresh and slightly chewy which adds a nice texture to the otherwise smooth dish. The sweet bananas balance the tang of the strawberries. I’ve never tasted so many fresh fruits at once. Leaning back, I look around at the touches of white and turquoise in the hip cafe, the racks of glass bottles and plants filling the walls. The staff is so happy, the crowd so content.
“I’m in Bali,” I say almost out loud. Feeling the need to be reminded, these words have accidentally become my new mantra. “I’m in Bali,” I repeat to myself once more. That’s when I feel a tightness in my throat, I suck in my breath and put on my sunglasses so that my fellow diners don’t see the tears welling in my eyes.
That’s just how it is sometimes, I guess. There is so much beauty to see in the world, so many delicious meals to eat, and here I am, with my napkin in my lap ready for all that life has to offer.
You see, food has been the spiritual doorway for me to listen to my body. Taking care of my health inspired me to take care of my heart. These plane tickets that I bought? You could say they all began with the very first green juice I made in my kitchen over a year ago. Truly heartbroken, exhausted, terrified, and searching for something to give me hope, I fumbled through one clean eating recipe and kale juice at a time. For me, health and nutrition go hand in hand with setting goals and chasing after dreams.
So, it’s no real surprise that I was brought to tears at the sight of my acai bowl at Sisterfields Cafe. No surprise to me anyway. You know that broken, hopeless woman standing over the sink, cursing the pulp stuck in her Omega juicer? She’s come a long way and this beach town is just the beautiful beginning of a delicious journey.
Why don’t you join me? Pick up your passport and your fork. Next stop, the mountains of Munduk, Bali.