Waking up at 3am for the next month and a half reminds me this is not vacation.
Waking up at 3am for the next month and a half reminds me this is not vacation.
Waking up at 3am for the next month and a half reminds me this is not vacation.
I couldn’t have been more frustrated. More people in India have mobile phones than running water– and yet, here we were stopped in front of Sandesh the Prince — another palace cum hotel, not a one of us with an address or telephone number for Sandhya’s. Did I mention that this was a group of people who, in general, didn’t much care for groups of people? Figuratively and literally, we’d been down this road before. A week prior, we had ended up at Sandesh, our driver having misheard our request for Sandhya’s. This time, we had made SURE that the driver knew where we were going, asking repeatedly and determinedly if he knew that we meant the yellow house near the park. You know, the…
Is it telling that I slept on the car ride from Bangalore to Mysore? The last two times, I was wide-eyed, heck, WILD-eyed, sitting on the edge of my seat. Not unlike my dear pooch Sebastian with his head out the window, I couldn’t help but marvel. Everything was so foreign! I had never seen anything like, well, anything I was seeing. It was all so new. It was all so different. How had some of it become a bit… pass the salt? I’ve brought a plethora of books to read. Unfortunately, other than a 30 page smattering on the Mirror of Yoga, the only thing I got a really good read of on this trip was the back of my own eyelids. If all…
British Airways.
Our Hotel in Atlantic City!
If I had known I’d be out of work for October, I’d have gone to Mysore.
All this space & time on my hands! Who wants to learn Ashtanga? Mysore newbies, 2 months for $220. I leave for India on November 29th. Hurry!
Warhol Bridge. Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Michael, Michael, & Mousika made it to Michigan.
Well, I better get to India quick. That December 1 acceptance to the shala won’t fill itself.