There is no shortage of activities or cultural experiences in Ubud, Bali.

Balinese culture abounds and it seems that everywhere you look you'll find yoga, spas, dance performances. live music at bars, and an eclectic mix of restaurants.

The mix of travelers is also eclectic, from the young and rowdy to older couples on holiday. There are backpackers and luxury travelers. and there’s a spa for all their budgets.

We rented motorbikes and rode around like locals (obligatory when in Bali/Indo). We found time to squeeze in a few massages. We did a 6 am yoga class, complete with group chanting, meditation and extended periods of shaking. (If I had looked at Jenna or Mike, I would have burst out laughing.)

We trekked about eight miles through rice paddy fields and farms, looking across deep verdant valleys at the palm trees poking their heads out over the top of the forest canopy.

And I have to mention the Monkey Forest... oh boy. You hold a banana in there and heads will roll. Considering that we saw people swarmed, attacked and even bitten, we got out unscathed. 

The four of us found a local cooking school and took a class run by a very sassy woman. We laughed throughout learning all about balinese food. 

Mike, Chris and Jenna left at 3 a.m. (yes, 3 a.m.!) to go hike up Mt. Batur, the second tallest volcano on the island, and saw sunrise from the summit. 

And, on our last night, we partook in some vodkajoss and got a little crazy. It's all part of the experience. 

We were sad to leave Ubud - one could spend a lot more time there - and to say goodbye to Jenna and Chris. We’d really gotten into our groove as a foursome and Mike and I can’t wait to reunite with them in the U.S. later this summer. 

Only one more stop in Indonesia: we're heading back to the Bukit!