Every time I visit India, I tell myself that this time I will :
(b) eat lots of great home food,
(c) eat lots of great street food,
(d) meet other bloggers.
(e) take stunning, candid pictures (of family, friends, street scenes, beaches, trains …you name it).
Each time I run around like a hamster on a wheel. Actually, make that a hamster on a wheel on steroids. I make to-do lists. Running into TWO pages. And I actually go about finishing the tasks on those to-do lists. I end up visiting at least 2 cities on every trip, usually 3.
“You hardly spent any time with us”, they say. “It’s like you were never here.”
I was, I want to assure them, because I spent a lot of time getting to know the traffic in every city.
I return with a bad back and a worse cold and spend days battling the mountains of laundry and clutter that somehow seem to mysteriously accumulate.
I’m certain none of this happens to other people.
Other people visit India and come back with great stories and even better pictures. Other people blog about eating mother’s cooking. Other people actually have a vacation.
What is your secret, other people?