...and then I head back to Dehli for the wedding marathon. These past few days have been fascinating, with an 18-hour train trip and striking out on my own. If I were to write a memoir about the experience, we could call it "Shoot, Sweat, Poop," (instead of Eat Pray Love) but truth be told, it feels a bit isolating at the end of the end when I crash, shower and edit photos. Mind-blowing but isolating.
If you're reading, could you please leave a comment and say hi? Although we've been in touch via text, I haven't heard my husband's voice in almost 11 days. Woe is me, I know. Oh, I'm off on this amazing adventure whine whine whine. The only all English thing on TV worth watching is "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas." Profressor Lupin is a compelling and creepy Nazi. Cheerful, no?
Please say hi, and tell me what you're up to. Divorce proceedings? Wedding venue booked? Rally for Sanity? Miss you guys..