Waking up to morning sunlight streaming through our window overlooking the beautiful Lake Palace.
A joyful recovery from severe Delhi Belly which resulted in several bedridden days for Dad and me, both feeling very sorry for ourselves. Finding an appetite. Pursuing it.
Avoiding cows, stray dogs, and stray poo on the way to breakfast on a rooftop restaurant with epic city views. Paying without feeling the least bit guilty because it cost $5 total for Dad and me.
Reading on the hotel balcony with a view of shimmering water and women in bright salwars doing laundry on the stone steps below.
Trying on a beautiful purple and gold sari in a local shop and feeling like a princess. Wandering around in it. Then taking it off and not buying it.
A delicious Indian meal for lunch. The best one so far (probably in part because we haven't eaten in two days). Naan. Rice. Korma. Saag. Yummmm!
Monkeys in the trees behind the restaurant, long tails dancing. An elephant wandering through the narrow streets, causing a traffic jam. A mouse in the sugar bowl that no one else noticed.
Visiting the magnificent City Palace. Feigning illness to escape long queues through the beautiful building that was packed-full-of-school-children. Deciding instead to sit in the courtyard with an overpriced bellini (for me) and a Scottish whiskey (for Dad), and watching happy families in the lush grass.
A bath. A real one. With scorching hot water. Actually feeling clean for the first time in three months.
Finding a German bakery and buying apple pie for a bit of American influence.
Hearing the drums of a Winter Festival dance in the street. Colored turbans flashing in the light of fireworks. Bells ringing. Incense burning. Feet pounding. Music, adrenaline, light, smoke. Magic.
Talking to Mum and Alice on Skype in Far Away Florida. Missing them terribly, but wondering what more excitement India has to offer...
A joyful recovery from severe Delhi Belly which resulted in several bedridden days for Dad and me, both feeling very sorry for ourselves. Finding an appetite. Pursuing it.
Avoiding cows, stray dogs, and stray poo on the way to breakfast on a rooftop restaurant with epic city views. Paying without feeling the least bit guilty because it cost $5 total for Dad and me.
Reading on the hotel balcony with a view of shimmering water and women in bright salwars doing laundry on the stone steps below.
Trying on a beautiful purple and gold sari in a local shop and feeling like a princess. Wandering around in it. Then taking it off and not buying it.
A delicious Indian meal for lunch. The best one so far (probably in part because we haven't eaten in two days). Naan. Rice. Korma. Saag. Yummmm!
Monkeys in the trees behind the restaurant, long tails dancing. An elephant wandering through the narrow streets, causing a traffic jam. A mouse in the sugar bowl that no one else noticed.
Visiting the magnificent City Palace. Feigning illness to escape long queues through the beautiful building that was packed-full-of-school-children. Deciding instead to sit in the courtyard with an overpriced bellini (for me) and a Scottish whiskey (for Dad), and watching happy families in the lush grass.
A bath. A real one. With scorching hot water. Actually feeling clean for the first time in three months.
Finding a German bakery and buying apple pie for a bit of American influence.
Hearing the drums of a Winter Festival dance in the street. Colored turbans flashing in the light of fireworks. Bells ringing. Incense burning. Feet pounding. Music, adrenaline, light, smoke. Magic.
Talking to Mum and Alice on Skype in Far Away Florida. Missing them terribly, but wondering what more excitement India has to offer...