
Okay, so, where do I start? First of all, I'm glad to be back where my own bed is, and where I can drive without fear of collision.
Oh, "How was the trip?" you ask? Hot, tiring, crazy, interesting, different, eye opening....life changing. I wrote a journal and I was just going to copy what I wrote for y'all, however, if I did that, I might as well submit it to an editor 'cause it would be a book.
It's going to take me a couple of days, but I decided I would size down my India trip systematically, of course, you know, when you do this sort of thing, it's only a tool present the big idea. I hope it's a blessing.
KOCHIN, Kerala (Land of the Coconuts)

Kochin is where John's parents live. This is the first phase of this systematic approach to our vacation. Here's a excerpt from my journal.
... Dear Diary (just kidding)...

"Today I wish I was a tourist. Tourists have the uncanning ability to escape. Americans, too, ashamedly have the rare ability to see through rose colored glasses in the instant something gets too confrontational... When I say I wish I was a tourist, I mean I wish I had a thick pair of rose colored glasses today, really thick ones, with near and far sided sections. I made the mistake of coming to India with my husband, however. May I quote him? 'I'm not going to protect you from this.' "

" ...we were walking down a more than busy street with sewage drains on one side and oncoming traffic on the other. Sidewalks? Not a chance. I was overwhelmed to the point of tears, but I didn't really cry..
Poverty has a different face here."
Especially considering the fact that most of the hobos in the states have a pair of Nikes on and a meal down the street at the local shelter. In India, the labor class can't afford a bottle of water.
Hey, don't lose heart! I didn't, and I was there. You might think it's all downhill from here. "So does she have anything nice to say about India?" Well, stay tuned.
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