Travelers rarely miss the sky-piercing temple spires and calls to prayer of a foreign religion; but, in our constant movement, we don’t always catch the details: the name of a local spirit, or the contents of a monk’s bowl. In Bali, a Hindu stronghold tucked into Indonesia’s chain of Muslim islands, bright and thoughtful canang sari are a form of daily offering. ‘Stuck’ overnight in the southeast town of Sanur, I discovered the smaller specialties of this unique spiritual enclave in the yellow petals and rice grains of a well-placed coconut leaf basket…