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2012 was a great year. In fact, it was my favorite year. There were major milestones, including a life-changing three weeks in Indonesia and making the huge decision to move out of my beloved, little studio and in with my love (it’s been the best decision I’ve ever made).


A shot from Bali. Absolutely incredible.

But as incredible as those things were, they weren’t everything that made this year as spectacular as it was. There was so much more. A wonderful trip to Las Vegas to celebrate my cousin Roxie’s wedding that included the best meal I’ve ever had at Carnevino. A new car (I love my 2013 Subaru Outback 2.5i Limited!). A beautiful home in Golden Hill, a hip, walkable neighborhood in which I’ve always wanted to live. Trips to Disneyland. Celebrations with friends. Meaningful volunteer work. Continuing in a job that I love and fulfills me. It was truly a special year.


Boyfriend and me at The Getty Museum in Los Angeles.


Ole! We had such fun indulging in lobster and margaritas served surfside in Mexico.

While I bid farewell to 2012 with sadness that it’s over, I’m ecstatic for what 2013 holds. I have exciting, new goals at my job that I’m looking forward to achieving. And I’ll be working a lot on my home as it’s the kind that Pinterest DIY projects are made for. I’m also going to cook and bake. A lot. There is little I love more than pouring out my heart in the kitchen, and definitely nothing I love more than whipping up something special for the people I love. I hope to share my creations on this little blog of mine.

So Happy New Year, friends, and see you in 2013!


Oh, right, that just happened. I, Laura Fox, AKA She Who Is Afraid of Everything, AKA She Who Refuses To Live Without Her Flat Iron, AKA She Who Gross-Get-That-Baby-Spider-Out-Of-My-Shower, recently returned from three weeks in Indonesia – two in Bali and one in Borneo, followed by two days in urban Jakarta recovering from aforementioned week in Borneo. By my own choice, I rarely take significant time off from work, so when my boyfriend and I became a little more serious and he let me in on his plans to change careers and celebrate with a once-in-a-lifetime trip to the country where his mom was born (she’s from the island of Sumatra), the wheels started turning. When he invited me to join him, that was all the gas I needed to put the car in drive and go.

From there, I took over most of the planning as I tend to do. I researched places to stay in Bali – we decided on a beautiful four-bedroom villa in the sleepy town of Sanur – and looked into possible adventures on which we could spend the remainder of our trip without having to travel much further. After all, Bali is a grueling 20-hour flight from Los Angeles. Ten hours to Tokyo, seven more to Singapore, and a few more split between flights to Jakarta and finally Denpasar, Bali. Have I mentioned I’m terrified to fly? I digress.

If you have to fly, Singapore Airlines’ new two-story Airbus380 is not a bad way to do it. Phenomenal service, comfort and amenities.

There was the island of Komodo (surely you are familiar with the dragons), which would afford us a day or so of fun with the scaly creatures. Not nearly enough to do as we had four days to fill. But then, we happened to hear of these orangutan boat trips through the Borneo jungle that are moderately popular among tourists in that part of the world and some, but very few, Americans. And by a stroke of luck, it so happened that a woman who had previously stayed at our Bali villa had gone on such a trip and told me everything I needed to know via emails we sent back and forth. We decided on a tour company, run by the wonderful and very reliable Isy Iskandar, and were told we would need to pay in Indonesian rupiah upon arrival. But what about a deposit? How do we know we’re confirmed? I’m so used to guarantees and having answers to everything that learning to let go was a great lesson for me. We would also need to arrange flights into Borneo; just two flights a day go between Jakarta and Pangkalan Bun, a tiny city just outside of another tiny city called Kumai, which is where we would board our klotok (boat). Minimal English was spoken, PayPal payments for everything were sent attached to a prayer, and after months of planning, we had just one more hour-long flight left into Bali before our adventure would truly begin.

Bali, as you’ve probably heard from Julia Roberts, is a phenomenal place. We didn’t go in search of white beaches or crystal-clear water, although we still found that.

Yours truly enjoying gorgeous Sanur Beach. Please note: This was before I got a tan.

We went in search of culture. Something to enrich our minds, open our eyes and maybe even change us a little. We didn’t want to stay somewhere like the Bali Hyatt, although we went one night for drinks and it was very nice. We wanted to experience the real Bali and we did just that with our home base in Sanur and day trips all over the island. We went to the culture-rich town of Ubud, where we delighted in visits with macaque monkeys in the Monkey Forest, a rigorous hike through spectacular rice terraces, and a traditional Balinese kecak and fire trance dance in the evening.

Macaque monkeys deep in thought in the Ubud Monkey Forest.

A local woman preparing offerings during a traditional Hindu temple ceremony we were invited to join.

Beautiful performers acting out a scene from Ramayana, a Hindu epic, during a traditional Balinese kecak and fire trance dance.

We were treated to a day of snorkeling in the most perfect turquoise water on a beautiful island called Nusa Lembongan.

My love ready to snorkel. I made him pose for me first.

We cradled baby sea turtles at a conservation center on Turtle Island, near Surf City. That was our second day on the island and my first time eating nasi goreng for breakfast, a heavenly experience in itself.

Holding a baby turtle friend I made at Turtle Island.

The warungs at Surf City. Eat, surf, get a massage. Perfect.

We were surprised by beautiful fireworks directly overhead one night out in Uluwatu, a surfer party town built into steep cliffs.

I hiked down the cliffs in Uluwatu to touch the surf. Then I realized I had to hike back up. Oy.

We visited the night markets in Sanur and ate feasts for all of $2 a person.

Chris at the Sanur night markets.

We took an Indonesian cooking class and learned how to make marvelous dishes like ikan pepes, beef rendang and others.

Grinding the spices for our next dish. Harder than it looks!

We read books, ate until we couldn’t possibly eat another bite, lounged by the beach, indulged in massages for bargain prices, and made new friends. Bali was, in a word that doesn’t come close to doing it justice, incredible. Two weeks was the perfect amount of time to spend there, Sanur was the perfect place to call home, and Ness and Marc were the perfect hosts. Bali is part of a third-world country to be sure, so things there are very different from here (here being California). The people are different, grasping the language is an exercise in patience, the food is a world away (my boyfriend developed yellow skin spots from an allergic reaction to spices used during cooking class), and the poverty is difficult to stomach at times. But the people of Bali are delightful and their island is truly something at which to marvel, so it’s absolutely and unequivocally worth a visit.

But Borneo, Borneo was something really special. Borneo is magical. You think there is nothing sacred left in this world, nothing left untouched, unruffled, as it should be, but then, if you’re lucky like I was, you visit Borneo and see the rainforest not as it’s described in some textbook, but as it really is: proboscis monkeys, native only to Borneo, swinging from trees above, millions of glowing fireflies providing the night’s only light, eager crocodiles occasionally poking their heads above water, butterflies the size of your hand flitting about your head, plants and bugs you couldn’t dream up even if you tried, and the veritable jungle celebrity, endangered orangutans, in their very own backyard.

Setting sail on the Sekonyer River aboard our klotok. The port town of Kumai is behind me.

A proboscis monkey perched in a tree. Sometimes when it’s hot (it’s always hot), they’ll jump from their perch, into the river and try to board your boat!

Welcome to Tanjung Puting National Park. Translation: You’re in the jungle now.

By one more stroke of luck, we were on a hike through the jungle – yes, I was on a hike through the jungle – when we came upon a wild orangutan mom and her one-week-old baby. To get an understanding of how remarkable this was, most of the orangutans we saw were semi-wild, meaning they live in the jungle but are accustomed to humans because they’re fed by them at daily feedings of bananas and other treats. That, plus orangutans give birth just once every eight years and here we were, witnessing a birth that had just happened. I wanted to cry. I think I did cry. The baby looked astoundingly human – naturally, as we share 97 percent of the same DNA – and the mom was extremely protective. My boyfriend later told me he was nervous by how close I had come to the pair, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be respectful of my surroundings, and I think I was, but when you’re there, you want to feel everything. The hot rain drenching you, the sound of whooping gibbons in the morning, the smell of fresh coffee being prepared below your boat deck, the look in a gentle orangutan’s eyes. Our three nights and four days floating along the Sekonyer River toward the famous Camp Leakey in Borneo was an experience that will never, ever leave me.

A wild orangutan mom and her one-week-old baby.

When we disembarked from our klotok, which I failed to mention wasn’t any sort of luxurious boat but a modest wooden vessel with a top deck upon which we slept and one non-flushing, outdoor toilet, something was different. I can’t explain it, but I’ve felt it ever since I returned home. Maybe it’s that I finally have the travel bug and now want to see as much as the world as I possibly can. Maybe it’s that I’m finding things I used to give such importance insignificant now that I better understand the world. Maybe it’s that my trip is over but I can’t get rid of this silly excitement that I, She Who Is Afraid of Everything, did it – I really did it – and now I’m Afraid of Nothing and have stories to tell for the rest of my life. My only hope is that more people will visit these spectacular places so I’m not left telling all of them.

Hello out there! I know, I know, no one’s there, but this here is my new blog and everyone has to start somewhere.