Backity Back Back

I foolishly was sure I’d be able to get a post written, surely, to post the day after I got back from India.

Well.  Um, no.  I am back, my clothes are slowly going into the very hot cycle to get all the pollution and smog and various other things out of them.  I threw away my sandals during my layover at Heathrow.  1,  because they need to be boiled.  2,  they weren’t that comfortable.

India was amazing.  It’s a random country where anything can happen – sub kuch milega, “anything/everuything is possible.”  You’ll stay in a dive one night and a suite with amazing views for $30 a night the next.  You meet people who touch your lives and are vivid characters you will never forget, like Raj Kumar, who is now officially dead to us after jacking up our taxi rates once he thought he had our business locked down.  Where roads are filled with bicycles, scooters, rickshaws, horse and cart, donkeys, yaks, trucks.

And I promise to tell you about it, but I’ve been up for like two days with only 6 hours of sleep and an emerging case of delayed Delhi Belly, and today won’t be that day.  I missed you!!!