OMG! you have kids? Great story! I hope the folks from the bus company don't read it....yeck.. I'm sure He'll love that this story is preserved forever when he's 15... Enjoy the rest of your trip! Come home soon!
Ouch!!! Hey! Remember me. Once upon a time your favorite person. We've sailed the high seas together, 4-wheelered our way thru Mexico. I was with you at the Colosseum (not the one using the breast pump by the way) & I too survived the earthquake in Rome - but sadly it was from a room away. Banished because of my snoring. Sadness. P.S. I love Sarah too - she's pretty great.
I'm so jealous, I want to go to Machu Picchu Great blog & awesome pictures, I'm hoping to visit Peru next year & was going to spend some time in Lima but don't think I'll bother now.
We love Disney World! I've been there twice and I think I get younger every time I go! Looks like you had a great time and passed bootcamp with flying colours!!
HOW ON EARTH DID YOU ............. ANASTASIA, I ENJOYED THE PHOTOS OF YOUR VISIT TO THE TAJ MAHAL. BUT HOW ON EARTH DID YOU MANAGE TO TAKE YOUR CAMERA ALL THE WAY UP TO THE TAJ ITSELF? WHEN I VISITED A FEW YEARS AGO, YOU WERE NOT ALLOWED CAMERAS AND CAMCORDERS BEYOND THE SECURITY GATE. TELL ME YOUR SECRET AND I'LL BE AN ADMIRER OF YOUR'S FOR YEARS TO COME...RASIK
Funny Anastasia,
I have been reading through your blogs, your rendering was quite funny...
He flashes a bright white smile and says "oh, they just check for bomb" in the same tone they say "thanks and have a great day" at McDonalds - Hilarious
I hand him a 5 dollar bill which I realize probably just doubled his pay for the last two days but WHO CARES - Check the value of money, $5*42=INR200 (Meals for two!!), it's not going to make him millionaire nor it's going to make him happy...
Arjun
Hot & spicy memory I lick off my fingers then reach for the bottom of my skirt to wipe my eyes and nose. I think, "Ok, Andrea, get yourself together here. You can do this. Don't cry over hot rice you whimp!" So I do it. I haven't eaten with my fingers in probably 29 years (especially rice) but I shovel in the spicy rice and fish paste like nobody's business. One mouthful, then water. Another mouthful, more water. The cycle repeats itself until my banana leaf is almost clean and I'm crying like a baby with my skirt pulled up to my face. (It was a double layer skirt--don't freak out. No Indians were flashed). When I'm done I almost feel light-headed and weak. But I did it. A small personal victory.
I like the mode of presentation... Fanatastic.... keep it up..
I spent some time going through ur blogs. And i must say i understand how u must be feeling in India. I am sorry u found urself someone who cracks ant and elephant jokes.. But trust me culture always defines the humor... and to understand the humor u got to understand the culture.. . Trust me I am an Indian , I have stayed in Chennai for 2 yrs and yet i dont get many jokes..(assuming that i am not dumb)..
All the best in ur next venture in Chennai. I am looking forward to reading ur blogs..
Cheers
Heather J
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wow
O Andrea I am so proud of you. Hard to believe you were grossed out by drool 14 years ago! You go Mom!