Author: Adventures

I stumbled across a campsite. Black tarps lined the fields. “This is strange”, I thought. But the thought passed, and I walked on. I was blind, or blinded. A month later, I’m ready to go somewhere. I need to do something. My Spirit is restless. The campsite. We went, and we met them all. They are Muslim, but they wear Hindi clothes. Their faces are covered with mix-matched piercings, and their bodies in mix-matched clothing. Their hair is cut in wild fashions and adorned with colorful ribbons. They are barefoot and strong. They have weathered incredible storms. I had so...

Some things you can only get in India. Only here can you risk your life and clothes to save a goat. Only here does chocolate mean everything from DairyMilk to bubble gum and pineapple candies.  In India I laugh every time I hold onto trash and wonder where I should throw it out (the ground duh). Here drivers would sooner crash than hit a cow. Sometimes you just have to go places to experience things. Like the crazy colors and beautiful (not to mention cheap) fabric and pearls. Like the horribly fried everything. Like eating your food with your right hand and cleaning yourself with your...