"Miss! Miss! Good day. How are you? What's your name? You come look in my shop. Looking is free! Come inside. You like? You want pashmina? Jewelery? Blanket? You don't have one like this. I'll give you a good price. Maybe tomorrow? Promise?"
We are in the midst of maxing and relaxing. Goa beach could be Mexico beach, Hawaii beach. Nothing "scary India" about it. In fact, we have come to realize that travelling in India is a lot easier than anticipated, both logistically and mentally. Where are the piles of @*it# and rats? They're there, but not running across our feet or blocking our path. That would be the cows. City, village, eating from garbage, strolling the roads or lying on the beach. Cows abound.
If anything were to be classified as scary to date, it would have to be our day with our hired driver. India 500 on narrow roads. A honk being the only thing separating you from the car around the bend. Jesus on the dashboard protect us now. We offer you marigolds.
A few more days of the beach life. Cooking class had today with the son and wife of our proprieter (day off from being anywhere near a vehicle), tomorrow to the spice farm.
Happy Birthday, Dad! Try cardamom and cashews in your rice pudding the next time around (there's cardamom in my spice cupboard, if you need).
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