Eat, Pray, Love

who would volunteer to come in for a vasectomy... though I hate to think the guys had to
ride their new bikes home the same day.)
“Sex is funny,” Wayan mused as she watched me grimacing in pain, drinking more of her
homemade medicine.
“Yeah, Wayan, thanks. It’s hilarious.”
“No, sex is funny,” she went on. “Make people do funny things. Everyone gets like this, at
the beginning of love. Wanting too much happiness, too much pleasure, until you make your-
self sick. Even to Wayan this happens at beginning of love story. Lose balance.”
“I’m embarrassed,” I say.
“Don’t,” she said. Then she added in perfect English (and perfect Balinese logic), “To lose
balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.”
I decided to call Felipe. I had some antibiotics at the house, an emergency stash I always
travel with, just in case. Having had these infections before, I know how bad they can get,
even traveling up into your kidneys. I didn’t want to go through that, not in Indonesia. So I
called him and told him what had happened (he was mortified) and asked him to bring me
over the pills. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Wayan’s healing prowess, it’s just that this was really
serious pain...
She said, “You don’t need Western pills.”
“But maybe it’s better, just to be safe.. .”
“Give two hours,” she said. “If I don’t make you better, you can take your pills.”
Reluctantly, I agreed. My experience with these infections is that they can take days to
clear, even with strong antibiotics. But I didn’t want to make her feel bad.
Tutti was playing in the shop and she kept bringing little drawings of houses over to cheer
me up, patting my hand with an eight-year-old’s compassion. “Mama Elizabeth sick?” At least
she didn’t know what I’d been doing to get sick.
“Did you buy your house yet, Wayan?” I asked.
“Not yet, honey. No hurry.”
“What about that place you liked? I thought you were going to buy that?”
“Found out not for sale. Too expensive.”
“Do you have any other places in mind?”
“Not worry about it now, Liz. For now, let me make you quickly feel better.”
Felipe arrived with my medicine and a face full of remorse, apologizing to both me and
Wayan for having inflicted me with this pain, or at least that’s how he was seeing it.
“Not serious,” said Wayan. “Not worry. I fix her soon. Quickly better.”
Then she went into the kitchen and produced a giant glass mixing bowl full of leaves,
roots, berries, something I recognized as turmeric, some shaggy mass of something that