AHH...INDIA

GOT MILK?

India has a way of cutting to the chase and that is what I love about it.  Although, it can be a love-hate relationship.  Usually by the end of my stay, I can't wait to get back to the comforts of my home and then it is only a matter of time before I am planning my next trip.

You need all of your senses to fully appreciate India...the colors, the smells, the noise, the chaos.  But at the same time the sensory overload makes you absolutely crazy.  At home I am flooded with abundance, most of which I take for granted and why shouldn't I....it is all I have ever known.  I live in a nice house and drive a hybrid car on paved roads with structured traffic patterns.  I open my eyes and mouth in the shower.   I drink from the tap and eat raw vegetables (organic of course and with proper utensils) to my heart's desire.  People (for the most part) don't burp and spit at any occasion.  Honking the horn is a sign of aggression and rudeness, and cleanliness (again for the most part) is culturally expected.  I won't even go down the road of how much freedom I have as a woman in the west.  So arriving in India, I am aware of how limited my life experiences are, but it is this extreme that makes India so transforming.  I am grateful to step out of my comfort zone and stretch myself in ways that I am not used to, but only because I know it is temporary.