Namaste Namaskar: Final Weeks and a Trip

You can't see, but I was making faces at two children on a neighboring rooftop

The past month has been extremely hectic and fast and beautiful in its entirety. I have come to know and love Jaipur. I now know MOST of the names of the children at the Foundation. It really isn't my fault that we keep getting new children with increasingly complicated names, I think. I find my body actually responding automatically to the postures my yoga teachers tells me in Sanskrit to do every morning, and, lo and behold, I can actually do the majority of them without pain. I wonder if LA Fitness will send me a personal yoga teacher at my home when I return?

Ah, my return. Something I both dread and anticipate. I shouldn't say dread. But...a part of me doesn't want to go back. It has been hard here. Challenging in so many ways. In some ways that have nothing to do with India. That is just life. But, I'm away from it all. I work nine hour days, but I design my projects and evaluate myself. I enjoy my solitude in the evenings. I don't have to worry about driving my car or paying bills (ugh) or any of it.

But enough of that. For now. I will write my weepy, reflective email before I leave. In just over two weeks time.

Returned from a lovely Udaipur weekend trip with Geeti. "Enjoyed" a seven hour train ride on the magical India railway, than meandered around a city often termed the "Venice of India." Drank beer and watched the sunset over a lake. Got caught in an unexpected rainstorm and huddled under a stone gazebo in the city palace, since linen pants and rain don't go well together. Played cards over awful lager with a couple of Australians we met in an organic diner, getting steadily drunker as we discussed Malcom Gladwell and how crazy India is. Fell asleep on my window seat in my haveli hotel to the PAT PAT PAT of women washing clothes in the water underneath me.

Oh, and I bought a camera. Pictures. Galore.