We're in Rishikesh, the yoga capital of the world. It's where the Beatles came to get away from the press, meet the Maharishi, and write most of the songs on the White Album.
Now, Rishikesh is full of Israelis. The upside is that we can get pretty good falafel. The downside, as you might expect, is a town full of stoned Jews.
The other great part of Rishikesh is that we've reconnected with Mara and Klara -- our Mukti co-fans from Darjeeling/Sikkim. Klara was in the hospital in Agra for six days. Six days. The doctors there said it had something to do with her gall bladder. In theory, she should have surgery. Instead, she and Mara are going to Thailand next week. Why ruin a perfectly good trip by worrying about your gall bladder? I mean, what does your gall bladder do, anyway? I think it's like your appendix -- totally useless.
Diwali begins tonight, so we're heading out to watch fireworks. We'll try not to lose a hand or food in the explosive mayhem.
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I'm laying the groundwork for your return with Max and Chloe. I tell them only a few more weeks and you'll be home.
I wish I had a camera last night, I was making lei so I had leaves out and Max and Chloe decided...wow she brought the yard to us. Both laid right smack in the middle of my leaves and tried to eat them.
The upside I completed my lei and had two very happy kitties.
Aloha,
Diane
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