i am sitting on a deep soft comfortable sofa, my laptop balanced on a colorful cushion on my lap. the remains of eggs florentine and a creamy cafe latte are being carried away by my friendly waiter while the ceiling fans slowly whirl above our heads. billie holiday is singing through the stereo system, echoing round the high teak beams of this old colonial building that has been converted into a delicious cafe. I am surrounded by white walls, white ceiling, and white tables with old fashioned white lace tablecloths. The wallpaper is an old fashioned dainty flower print which mirrors the bowls of fresh flowers on every table. Two massive chandeliers dominate the room, one crystal and antique-y, one abstract and modern with spirals carved in egg shaped bowls, each one cupping a small glowing bulb. The traffic noise outside is dulled by the row of palms that line the wide balcony at the entrance. My tummy is full and I am totally relaxed. 10 hours left until I fly out of Bali and I wish I could stay here forever.