Last I left you was in Udaipur, land of the glistening lakes. The day I left I spent shopping in the local marketplace and met some wonderful wholesalers who would have sold me their whole store, had I agreed. Wandering the streets, I couldn't help but be wistful and wish, only slightly, that my time in India was not coming to a close. There are things I will miss...the shopkeepers, the ornate windowsills that decorate the random buildings along the back alleys, the temples that adorn quiet streets, the colorful saris that whisper femininity in the breeze. As I boarded the plane alongside some Australian foreigners, we could not help but compare notes on our most interesting moments in India. We shared pictures of the places we had not seen...and I, once again, mourned the fact
... read more