Frank and I only get married in places with an active volcano. Bali has three: Agung, Batur and Buyan-Bratan. The rule came about because we noticed our first two locations, Bali and Sicily, had that in common. Neither of us want to get married for real again, but we take our vacation versions very seriously, finding our outfits, witnesses and rings in the country of the ceremony.
On the day of our Bali wedding, we were having lunch at a restaurant overlooking Nusa Lembongan’s Dream beach. My first reaction, when Frank pointed out the swimmer floundering way beyond the breaks, was detachment. My fork may have paused en route to my mouth. I’m not great in a crisis.
