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We
didn
’
t
sleep
at
all
,
of
course
.
And
then
,
it
was
ridiculous
-
I
had
to
go
.
I
had
to
go
back
to
my
house
stupidly
early
the
next
morning
because
I
had
a
date
to
meet
my
friend
Yudhi
.
He
and
I
had
long
ago
planned
that
this
was
the
very
week
we
were
going
to
leave
on
a
big
cross
-
Balinese
road
trip
together
.
This
was
an
idea
we
’
d
come
up
with
one
evening
at
my
house
when
Yudhi
said
that
,
aside
from
his
wife
and
Manhattan
,
what
he
most
missed
about
America
was
driving
-
just
taking
off
with
a
car
and
some
friends
and
going
on
an
adventure
across
those
great
distances
,
on
all
those
fabulous
interstate
highways
.
I
told
him
,
"
OK
,
so
we
’
ll
go
on
a
road
trip
here
in
Bali
together
,
American
-
style
.
"
This
had
struck
us
both
as
irresistibly
comic
-
there
’
s
no
way
you
can
do
an
American
-
style
road
trip
in
Bali
.
There
are
no
great
distances
,
first
of
all
,
on
an
island
the
size
of
Delaware
.
And
the
"
highways
"
are
horrible
,
made
surreally
dangerous
by
the
dense
,
mad
prevalence
of
Bali
’
s
version
of
the
American
family
minivan
-
a
small
motorcycle
with
five
people
crowded
on
it
,
the
father
driving
with
one
hand
while
holding
the
newborn
infant
with
the
other
(
football
-
like
)
while
Mom
sits
sidesaddle
behind
him
in
her
tight
sarong
with
a
basket
balanced
on
her
head
,
encouraging
her
twin
toddlers
not
to
fall
off
the
speeding
motorbike
,
which
is
probably
traveling
on
the
wrong
side
of
the
road
and
has
no
headlight
.
Helmets
are
rarely
worn
but
are
frequently
-
and
I
never
did
find
out
why
-
carried
.
Imagine
scores
of
these
heavily
laden
motorcycles
,
all
speeding
recklessly
,
all
weaving
and
dodging
across
each
other
like
some
kind
of
crazy
motorized
maypole
dance
,
and
you
have
life
on
the
Balinese
highways
.
I
don
’
t
know
why
every
single
Balinese
person
hasn
’
t
been
killed
already
in
a
road
accident
.
But
Yudhi
and
I
decided
to
do
it
anyway
,
to
take
off
for
a
week
,
rent
a
car
and
drive
all
over
this
tiny
island
,
pretending
that
we
are
in
America
and
that
both
of
us
are
free
.
The
idea
charmed
me
when
we
came
up
with
it
last
month
,
but
the
timing
of
it
now
-
as
I
am
lying
in
bed
with
Felipe
and
he
’
s
kissing
my
fingertips
and
forearms
and
shoulders
,
encouraging
me
to
linger
-
seems
unfortunate
.
But
I
have
to
go
.
And
in
a
way
,
I
do
want
to
go
.
Not
only
to
spend
a
week
with
my
friend
Yudhi
,
but
also
as
a
repose
after
my
big
night
with
Felipe
,
to
get
my
head
around
the
new
reality
that
,
as
they
say
in
the
novels
:
I
have
taken
a
lover
.
So
Felipe
drops
me
off
at
my
house
with
one
last
passionate
embrace
and
I
have
just
enough
time
to
shower
and
pull
myself
together
when
Yudhi
arrives
with
our
rental
car
.
He
takes
one
look
at
me
and
says
,
"
Dude
-
what
time
’
d
you
get
home
last
night
?
"
I
say
,
"
Dude
-
I
didn
’
t
get
home
last
night
.
"
He
says
,
"
Duuuuuuude
,
"
and
starts
laughing
,
probably
remembering
the
conversation
we
’
d
had
only
about
two
weeks
earlier
wherein
I
’
d
seriously
posited
that
I
might
never
,
actually
,
have
sex
again
for
the
rest
of
my
life
,
ever
.
He
says
,
"
So
you
gave
in
,
huh
?
"
"
Yudhi
,
"
I
replied
,
"
let
me
tell
you
a
story
.
Last
summer
,
right
before
I
left
the
States
,
I
went
to
visit
my
grandparents
in
upstate
New
York
.
My
grandfather
’
s
wife
-
his
second
wife
-
is
this
really
nice
lady
named
Gale
,
in
her
eighties
now
.
She
hauled
out
this
old
photo
album
and
showed
me
pictures
from
the
1930s
,
when
she
was
eighteen
years
old
and
went
on
a
trip
to
Europe
for
a
year
with
her
two
best
friends
and
a
guardian
.
She
’
s
flipping
through
these
pages
,
showing
me
these
amazing
old
photographs
of
Italy
,
and
suddenly
we
get
to
this
picture
of
this
really
cute
young
Italian
guy
,
in
Venice
.
I
go
,
’
Gale
-
who
’
s
the
hottie
?
’
She
goes
,
’
That
’
s
the
son
of
the
people
who
owned
the
hotel
where
we
stayed
in
Venice
.
He
was
my
boyfriend
.
’
I
go
,
’
Your
boyfriend
?
’
And
my
grandfather
’
s
sweet
wife
looks
at
me
all
sly
and
her
eyes
get
all
sexy
like
Bette
Davis
,
and
she
goes
,
’
I
was
tired
of
looking
at
churches
,
Liz
.
’
"
Yudhi
gives
me
a
high
five
.
"
Rock
on
,
dude
.
"
