In my 40s, I began to notice that when I traveled anywhere with even a slightly humid climate, my digits would swell up like balloons. Now, for some reason the hands are OK, but the feet – oh the feet! Dinner rolls. Sometimes even hamburger buns. The big poofy kind. Very off-putting (off-footing?) and an indication of what that day is going to look like. Here’s a chronicle of the expansion and thankfully, contraction, of my Bali feet.