A couple of years ago, I lived in an apartment of dancers. These graceful, powerful women were experts in ballet, modern dance, and tap. A healthy portion of the TiVo was dedicated to Dance Moms and So You Think You Can Dance, waiting for the chance for people to get home from auditions, rehearsals, or performances for a quality session of binge-watching.
The entire thing was incredible to witness as someone who does not ... at all ... even remotely demonstrate the coordination necessary to dance.
I never took those lessons as a child. I never picked up moves along the way. And with the exception of some enthusiastic Zumba efforts and wedding receptions in recent years, few people see me busting a move in public.
But when you have an opportunity to learn basic Balinese dance steps from a master, you go for it. Even if that means you're entertaining fellow travelers - and more than a few of the young students surrounding you - along the way.
Where else than Bali? And when other than now?