I have been off this forum for sometime, I was a bit put off by the by the negative replies. I came on with an open heart, I really really did live in Kuta in 1971, met my husband, Wayan Murna when there were very, very few tourists, what to speak of Westerners married to Balinese. I am speaking of my experience in South Bali, Kuta, Legian, Seminyak, and Denpasar. Bali was such a small population then, it is very difficult for most of you to imagine how tight the communities were. Everyone was in touch with everyone, I could take trips to many places on the island, and NEVER see another white person, what to speak of one married to a Balinese. It was a completely different world from the one most of you know now, COMPLETELY different.
But that isn't my point, this thread is about romance. Well, here is a a classic one, but it doesn't have much of a happy ending.
Murna and I separated in 1979, he left America to go back to Bali, and I stayed in the US, due to pressure from my family. We had no money, and Murna didn't want to get involved in the "exploitation" of Bali by the myriad of greedy people ready to capitalize on the tourist explosion that was in it's infancy. Our 2 sons, Wayan Subali and Made Sugriva stayed with me in America. We didn't see each other, or the boys see their father for over 20 years. Murna never remarried. Neither did I. We only saw each other for the 1st time last year, February 1, 2005. I realized how much I loved this person that I barely knew, but knew him through our sons. I have stayed a Hindu and raised the boys as Hindu's even in America, not an easy task. I wanted to stay on in Bali, but the government wouldn't give me a visa, and I had no money to leave to Singapore and come back, so we are back in Hawaii, hoping to return, especially since Murna is sick with emphysema, and our oldest son hasn't seen his father since he was 5. I think this is a worthy story of a Balinese romance for Valentine's.
I wish I had the ability to post some photo's, but for now, I don't. I hope to in the future, I know many of you would appreciate them. I don't mean to put anyone down, I enjoy reading this forum, but it is such a different Bali from the one I knew, I have a hard time relating to all these discussions. My life in Bali was not one of restaurants and bars and lots of association with other Westerners. I was 100% a Balinese housewife, and rarely even talked with other Westerners. I have remained a practicing Hindu and raised our sons as such, not an easy task in America. We practice Bhakti-yoga, the same as the Balinese, every thing in our lives is about devotion, to our family, to our ancestors, and to the Supreme. forgive me if my life is a bit serious, I know the Balinese have a much happier approach, but that is because they have each other. I have had beautiful Hawaii to lve in and I am blessed, but it is certainly not the same as living in Bali, although they look very similar.
I hope this story will have a happier ending, I am trying very hard to make it back with my son JWayan, hopefully in a few months.