I arrived safely in Amed. My bungalow was waiting with its double doors adorn with red hibiscus, the pillows on the bed with white plumeria, and the little table on the porch soon had a pot of tea for me... brought by a young woman named Made... the tray balanced on her head. Iluh came up the long rock stairway through the garden to my porch. Removing her thongs, she practically leaped up the steps of the porch into my arms. We talked like sisters until it grew dark, and I learned more than I ever could imagine that I would understand about her life, now and in the past. I put my things away in the little wooden cabinet, took a cool shower, and went to bed. I slept until the roosters crowed, and woke to see the little fishing boats coming in with their morning catch.