Spirituality forms a core component of the identity of Bali. But I won’t find it at the many temples covering the island. I come from too distinct a culture and know too little about Hinduism, particularly Balinese Hindu tradition, to feel a deep connection at temple. And as of right now, the infrastructure is not set up for an outsider to truly learn: souvenir stalls litter the inside and outside of temple complexes, cameras snap pictures constantly (of which I’ve taken many), and the unsettling “touristy” feeling pervades everywhere. Don’t get me wrong, the temples here are exquisitely beautiful, as well as incredible historical and cultural sites. I say that as a full fledged tourist. But they’re out of reach for me spiritually.

That’s not to say I can’t find and feel the spirituality that exists here. It’s underlying in every facet of life. In the way locals slow down and shrug off someone who cuts them off on the road, in the sincere friendliness that permeates every town and village. Spirituality is embedded in the way of life on Bali—when you meet and befriend a local, you experience it. You sense it when browsing an unknown temple alone. You commune with it when appreciating the omnipresent nature and breathtaking scenery of the place.

People connect with the universe in different ways. Bali is famous for enabling people to find that connection, and I’m grateful for being here, so I can find my own way to connect. Bali helps me realize the sacred is everywhere. The universe is sublime, as is this wondrous thing we call life.