Musings

Laura Cohn '88. The Peregrine, Newsletter of the College of the Atlantic Association, Fall, 1990 I am awakened by urban sounds of children playing, booming Indonesian pop music, televisions blaring, fighting cocks crowing, and the heat and brightness of the equatorial sun. It is a typical work day, with a morning routine similar to that of one of my peers in the United States. I bathe, dress for the office, then sip piping hot coffee as I read the daily paper, struggling with the printed Indonesian word and the minimal four inches of English copy about global events.

Laura Cohn '88. The Peregrine, Newsletter of the College of the Atlantic Association, (date unknown) In the archipelago-country of Indonesia sits the province of Bali, a small volcanic island eight degrees south of the equator. To reach Bali, I fly halfway around the earth, 12 hours back in time, across the dateline into tomorrow. For the third consecutive year I am preparing to leave our Eden to spend the winter and spring on this other, comparably magical and stunning island. My choice arouses people's curiosity and I am constant bombarded with “why Bali?” There is no easy answer.