Seeing the world through the eyes of a young child living in
two different cultures
In Bali as a young child there was no electricity, water was
brought up in buckets from the river gorge below our home. I was taught to eat
with my hands; I spent most of my time with the Balinese family whose land we
lived on eating bananas and rice. At
that time of my life I felt “Balinese”, in my eyes there was no difference
between who I was and the people who loved and took care of me like I was their
own.
As a teenager I refused to go back and visit Bali because I
didn’t want to leave my friends. Little did I know at the time how lucky I was
to have such an opportunity. Returning to Bali as an adult, I do not take any
of it for granted. It still feels like home, the smell, the sounds and the
people have stayed the same. I now know that the way I was raised was unique
and very special. I feel so very fortunate to have been raised in two different
cultures.
Did you travel growing up?
If so what was your experience?
Namaste!
Gitana Omi
Tour Guide
Tour Guide