I intended to do far more writing while abroad. Until I got sick. Ibiza offers far too little sleep, and far too many other things. And after I got sick, I got sick with something else. Then sick with something else, and it seemed the illnesses came in waves. I’m a fragile little bird. However, pharmacies …
Continue reading With Candles Lit by Tears
Yeah. I know. I snaked the title from James Joyce. But Adam and I are on a little Eurotrip, so creativity is waning in favor of staying up a bit too late. Our first night in Dublin is anything but dull, not that dull has ever been a word used to describe Ireland. I’m not …
Our last night in India was a little wild. We skipped the temples and sightseeing for a night out on the town. When you have to board a 21 hour flight the next day, you really don’t feel much like sleeping. So out we go. To a bar at the country club where stories were …
Continue reading India, Day Paying off the Cops?
Varghese told us he was taking us to see the elephants. And boy did we see elephants. When you first arrive, you walk past them, sitting on their piles of fresh greenery. They let you choose from a list of activities—we decided to skip the lumber toss. Neither one of us were really into forcing …
Continue reading On the Backs of Elephants
We went to another temple tonight. The houseboat docked and we had a couple of options: to start drinking far too early, or to walk around a bit. We travelled the same village we had that morning, stopped and chatted with familiar faces, chased a couple of children down the road. A naked baby, eyes …
Continue reading A Little Hindu Hope, India, Day 8
There was a strike happening today. As a result, we had to leave our hotel room early...like 3:00 AM early. Varghese, our driver, is a trooper though, and drove our sleeping selves four hours through back country Kerala. My boyfriend was worried about the drive on so little sleep, but Varghese assured us we were …
Continue reading India, Day I’ve Lost Track
Tonight, I am in the 70’s room. That’s what I am calling it. Floor to ceiling windows, wick furniture, mood setting lights, bright art and matching rugs. It’s an architectural/designer masterpiece. Murti’s brought me coffee, and (at uncle’s request as I am home alone), a beer. I am reflecting on the temples. Mostly because I …
Continue reading The Temple of Gloom, India Day 3
I have had, I think, the most interesting couple of days—days that taught me about relationship, and about connection. I’ve witnessed desperation, depravity, sadness, hopelessness, all in the span of 48 hours. To say I am emotionally exhausted is, perhaps, a perfectly understated description…hence the coffee. I’ve always argued that you never have to travel …
Continue reading Coffee House Musings
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