Mountain of Love: The Gift of Giving

May 15, two weeks and many centuries before the current nightmare, we watched the beautiful volcano across the sky from my balcony finally blow off some steam after a few nights spent sipping cocktails as bright orange tracers streamed down the blackness. We'd all been holding our breaths and blocking traffic on bridges hoping for a glimpse of something. The hotels in Kaliurang we'd visited just two weeks before were now closed until further notice, the towns around evacuated. The show was on.