More pig and a little bird poop on the side

As soon as Jon and I heard that there is a suckling pig restaurant in Ubud, we lined right up with the rest of the Indonesians for the perfect lunch.

I should have seen the warnings...the brown conglomerate of mess that I mistook for mud or pig spices and the table umbrella that covered all of the other seats except for mine (the only empty seat in the place when we walked in). Alas, I did not read any of these signs as the pig was calling my name and my stomach was calling Porky. Third sign, the bump that I felt hit my back...again, the high of the pig told me that the bump was a rock or acorn (yeah right...an acorn from the lovely papaya tree...). Fourth sign, that pesky acorn fell on my head...this time I reached for it, and this time I found that same brown mess that was previously on my chair. Jon, I've been pooped on! He checks out the scene and determines that I must have swiped it all away with my hand. Recalling the first "acorn", I also ask Jon to inspect my back...anything? nothing. Ok, whew. must have been that acorn:) Despite the bird mess, I keep eating. Albeit rather slowly, though, as I am convincing my mind and stomach not to lose it's appetite over a little bird crap...

Jon happily scarfs down his food, smiling and loving life. He then turns to me and says, "Alright, shithead. Let's get you outta here...there is shit all over you". WHAT!! light bulb! There really is crap on my head and on my back, but my darling husband didn't want to lose this delightful culinary experience to his wife that would have quickly insisted that they leave had she known better.

During this epiphany and freak out, bird shit falls onto my napkin. No lie. That's three hits in a matter of 7 minutes.

I still love Bali.