I was supposed to return to New York yesterday, but, due to the anticipation of Hurricane Sandy, my flight was canceled and re-booked for this coming Thursday. (However, that's starting to look like a shot in the dark now, too.) The publicist for Velas Resorts arranged accommodations for me at their other property: Casa Velas. It's a quieter and more intimate hotel, much like a traditional Mexican hacienda.
Everyone back in New York is dealing with the crazy madness that comes with natural disasters, and, here I am, spending the day on a Bali bed with a frozen margarita, wondering how the hell I got so lucky. It's a strange feeling, though, to feel lucky, lonely, worried, and guilty all at once. Here's sending good thoughts to my friends back home. Hoping everyone is safe and sound.