After a blissful week in Bali we hopped a quick 25-minute flight to the neighboring island of Lombok. Here we checked into a pleasant resort for four days. Four days later, we can report something quite unusual for us: We’ve never left the resort.

For four days we’ve looked at the scene in the picture above. Who needs to leave that? On occasion we do actually get up from our loungers to cool off — sometimes in the pool and sometimes in that beautiful turquoise sea. It can be hard to decide.

We usually like to leave hotels and wander into town, at least for dinner. But this place is a little too perfect to even bother. We have breakfast at little tables set right at the edge of the sea. We have a pleasant lunch at one of the two elegant but reasonably-priced restaurants. And every night we’ve eaten in the bar, where they offer an amazing multi-course Thai dinner that changes each night. With a bottle of cheap Balinese rosé, it’s a formula worth repeating.

We have a total of 6 1/2 weeks in Indonesia, so in theory we would move east and visit lots more islands in this huge archipelago. But in reality we don’t think we’re going to get much beyond Bali and Lombok. Today we will wander slightly further to spend four days on Gili Trawangan, a tiny island just off the coast of Lombok. And then we think the main question will be whether to linger on in beautiful Lombok or head back to magical Bali. We can’t think of a compelling reason to do anything else for a while.

I suppose I’ve said this about other places, but this sure seems like heaven.

I remembered when we got to Bali that after coming here in 1996 Mark thought Bali was one place he could honestly imagine himself living. It’s a wonderful combination of incredible natural beauty infused with a culture where beauty is important. It works. So now he’s saying “Maybe, when we’re older, we’d spend winters in Bali and summers in France. You know, they way your parents used to spend winters in Texas and summers in Wisconsin? Like that, only different.”

On this very special island, The Temple Lodge on the southern part of the island is pretty special, too. It’s a seven-room place high on a cliff overlooking the ocean. It’s run by Cris and Mario, an Italian couple perhaps around my age, who love surfing, yoga, and good, healthy food. Our time here has been magical; as I said to Mark earlier today after two days of alternating between pools, reading, napping, and eating, “I’m not sure I’ve ever been this lazy before.”

We’re staying in a large villa, a 200-year-old building Mario found in Java a few years ago. He took it down, shipped it across the strait, and rebuilt it here. The wood in the doors – huge old teak wood – is stunning. The spaces, part indoor, part outdoor, define calm. A private pool, various spaces outdoors for reading, sunning, and napping. The bathroom is mostly outdoors, surrounded by beautiful stone walls. No AC, but with enough breeze and fans you don’t miss it. And now that I think of it, no TV either, but you really don’t miss that!

And the meals. Did I mention that the owners are Italian? We’ve had some unforgettable local tomatoes served with olive oil and home-grown basil like only the Italians can do. Morning fritattas, evening tuna. Tonight the first course is pasta with pesto and while Mark & I try to avoid pasta, we’ll splurge for home-made Italian pesto.

One part we have really enjoyed is that dinner is served at 7:30 with all the guests seated around a couple of tables. We’ve had great fun the last two nights getting to know Tamara and Meredith, American women from Colorado and Brooklyn, respectively, a fun German couple here for the surfing, another Italian guy, even an Australian couple who just got done starring (yes, they were the stars) in King Kong, a play that just closed in Melbourne after a year; the plan is to make some changes and bring it to Broadway. Remember, you read it here first.

So, yeah, this may be as good as it gets. And I didn’t even mention the incredibly cute kitten, a stray they found just a couple of days ago that we’ve all been nursing back to health. That – and the nearly perfect sunsets – makes it perfect.

After a month in Malaysia, we flew from eastern Borneo through Kuala Lumpur to Bali. We aren’t exactly sure how we’re going to spend our time in Indonesia, but we know we’re meeting Bart and Ann and Wil in early April. Between now and then we’ll spend some time in Bali and probably some time in neighboring Lombok. We’ve considered trying to hop around the islands east of Lombok a bit, but we’ll probably take advantage of the luxury of time we have and just explore these two islands more fully.

Our first stop in Bali was Seminyak, an upscale tourist destination just north of Kuta, the main destination for Australian partyers. We’d intended to splurge a bit on a nice resort, but had no idea what kind of splurge it was going to be. We paid for the cheapest room they have and when we got there they upgraded us to the most expensive villa they have. It was really spectacular: a quarter acre or so, all walled in, private pool, fish ponds with beautiful lilies. If you have a fantasy of a lush resort in Bali, this was it.

We have a few theories of what happened. Maybe it was pure random; we got there at a time when the entry level rooms were full and we were lucky. Or, maybe they see that Mark writes a lot of TripAdvisor reviews and they wanted to wow him. (Our reservations are always in his name. Computer databases like Sullivan a lot more than St. George.) Maybe they saw that this was our first stay at that particular upscale chain and hoped we would fall in love. It was also possible they thought we were a different Sullivan family; on checking in a few people welcomed us back and all that.

Whatever it was, it worked. Getting upgraded is a good thing; it was, simply, the most amazing and perfect place we’ve ever stayed. Ever. It’s the only time in my life I wanted to order room service for lunch. We could buy a bottle of wine in town (at a fraction of the price the hotel would charge), have salads delivered to the lanai out by the pool, and enjoy the most fabulous lunch ever. Now I start to understand why people have pools in their own houses….

Then tragedy struck. OK, it wasn’t a tragedy, but it was painful. Getting into the shower on our third morning I slipped and crashed onto some marble ledge that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom. It was just me being clumsy, but I really smacked onto the corner of the marble ledge hard. After an hour or so of trying to grit it out, I decided I had to see a doctor to see if I’d cracked something or ruptured something or whatever.

The hotel was great – with I assume visions of lawsuits swimming in their heads they couldn’t do enough. First they called a doctor to the room to make sure I could move safely, then they had a driver take us to an emergency room and had him wait until they were done. As it turns out it was nothing more than a painful bruise. They did x-rays and an ultrasound and found nothing unusual. Of course, they did give me a wonderful IV painkiller that I would like available on a more regular basis.

Two noteworthy things about the emergency room. First, the services were great. There was only the most minor waiting for treatment, the medical staff all spoke English, and I had every confidence they knew what they were doing. It was our first emergency room experience on this adventure and I can only hope future experiences will be that good.

Second, as with the travel clinic and dentist I visited in Bangkok, the cost was almost laughable compared to what I’d have been charged in the U.S. The doctor who came to the hotel charged me about $65 for her house call. The total bill at the emergency room – x-rays, ultrasound, IV, doctor’s care – came to a little over $200. I have a feeling you can’t get that kind of service anywhere in the U.S. for anywhere remotely close to that. And none of that “There’s no blood, so wait over there until we get around to you…”

So now we’ve moved south, down to a much smaller lodge on a big cliff overlooking the Indian Ocean, a place with morning yoga and macrobiotic options on the menu. The sun is setting as I write and it’s stunning. This seems as though it will be a good place to recover from the fall. Mark, in fact, is talking about making this our permanent winter home when we tire of traveling.