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You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.
– Miriam Adeney
India — where you can have your cake… and WEAR it, too!
I will never visit India on my birthday — not after today. Today the staff invited me to come for the presentation of the monthly birthday cakes… Most offices/teams do something similar – end of month mini-celebrations to commemorate the
Death by pothole.
The trip to Halebid and Belur were an eye-opener. Not so much for the beautiful temples (and they were!)… but for the amazingly terrible road conditions. This woke me up to the fact that if India had decent infrastructure (we
Tomorrow — NOT just another day at the office!
So – my first “real” weekend… and the spoiling continues! My friend who last year took me to Iskon – the fabulous contemporary Hindu temple here in Bangalore… she and her fiancé are taking me temple hopping to ancient temples
W.O.
[Yes, Denise – that one’s for you!] So – along my travels yesterday, I made friends with a local (political) celebrity. While having some masala dosa in an outdoor garden restaurant (“truck stop”) on our way to Halebid & Belur,
Sunday at home.
Home — with friends. As if I weren’t spoiled enough alreadddddddyyyy! I was treated to an absolutely incredible lunch at the home of my new friend Shalini. Lovely home, complete with a housekeeper that works 7-4 each day for the
Welcome…
to the portal for my collection of travel blogs known as The Tonya2 Series… I started this innocently enough in October 2007 when I made my first trek to India. I knew that I’d see and experience things that I’d
Leaving… [Sunday, Jan-24]
I can thank the Travel Department for a nice (truly) layover here at O’Hare. It certainly gives me some much-needed catch up time to knock out a few ‘to do’ items before I officially leave US soil. It has been
“Other” American Women. [Tuesday, Jan-26]
Well, I took the hotel by storm. I’m the modern day equivalent of Sherman taking Atlanta and these guys just don’t quite know what to think of me. (Sherman… wonder how looked in pink?!) I get out of the car
I survived. [Tuesday, Jan-26]
Nope, I did not drown. And I now have something new to add to my routine here at the Ashok! Head and shoulder massage. Therapeutic oils. Followed by time in the sauna and then the steam room. Oooooooh, this is