Right now I am currently in Bodhgaya, the last destination of our trip and the site of the school. But first I need to back up a bit. The last time I wrote I was in Agra, home to the Taj Mahal. We did get to see it in all it’s beauty, as you can tell from the photo I posted. In case you don’t know, the Taj was built by the king in the 1500s for his second wife who died. It’s known as the greatest building ever built for love. Pretty cool, eh? That day we made our way back to Delhi, la automobile, where we then made our way across the platform trying to figure out where our car was, while beggars and dust equally approached us like wild animals. When we found our car, the small, two bunk bed area turned out to be 2nd class and not tourist class like we thought it would be. It was strangely homey and camp-like as the train rocked us to sleep, my mom and I tangled in each other to try to fit onto the slim mattress.
After arriving at our top end hotel in Varanasi, we found that we hadn’t exactly got what we paid for. There was no hot water, our balcony looking out onto the Ganges River was bombarded with a noisy generator and at 5 am the next morning, we woke to a loud rattling that sounded like the whole building was going to collapse.
Thai:)
Thai, thank you for the riveting details so colorfully expressed. It sounds like "Housekeeping" meets "India," and at least you've got the Buddha's spirit to keep you balanced in the midst of chaos.
ReplyDeleteWe read a few more of your stories. Girl, you can write!!!!!!!
Love Uncle Gary
Thai honey,
We have been thinking of you endlessly and are so happy to receive news of your journey, and a journey it has been! Yes, Christmas has become quite a tradition, for us too. So, July it will be!
Yesterday, we went up to Mt. Hood to go cross country skiing for New Years, the trees and countryside laden with thick blankets of snow. It was beautiful, peaceful and wonderful to be out of the valley of rain into the sun and snow. You Li had a blast and my love of winter returned. Then, New Year's eve. We watched the ball drop in Times Square-from out hotel room-danced a bit and I was melancholy about not being together. Why were we not rushing out to Manuel's to dance until the wee hours? Where were the fireworks? Anyway, the hour came and we thought of you, all four of you! 2011, a new year, time to begin again. You are so lucky to be out there-in the world- taking in such profound new experiences at the start of a new year and a new birth year.
We love you to the moon and back again. Wrap your arms around your papa, mama and Auntie Juliette and send our love straight to your hearts.
Your Auntie,
Ellen