Jaipur trumps Delhi

a camel on the way to jaipur

By a long shot. We drove from Delhi to Agra to Jaipur today. Way to be a tourist, no? Next time, there'll be more time here. There's more of a soul to this city than Delhi. It reminds me of south India, but a tad more modern.

One week left. I wish I could say I hadn't reached my saturation point, but I have. I need a vacation from my vacation. Luckily, we're spending the last few days back in nagercoil. We fly back to madras and then to Trivandrum on friday. A few days hanging out with the grandparents doing lots of nothing sounds so very appealing right about now. We all know I don't play tourist well. I prefer to do my version of getting lost and then found.

I'm looking forward to my 530 wake up call via the power going out and the heat and blood sucking villains descent. I usually go up to the terrace, layback on a straw mat, crank up the iPod and zone until the sun is fully risen, it gets hot hella fast. Time to go make my morning tea time. Say hello to the grandfolks and cat, write in my journal, do a sudoku, and right about then, the power comes back on. Eight. This is how I kept track of time in the morning for my first ten days in India. Not a bad way to go, all in all.

I've been doing alot of thinking. Looking at the why for some of the things I have or haven't done. Things I'm proud of and things I wish I could do over. Failures and how I've dealt with them. Successes and how I achieved them.

Space and quiet. For all it's bustle, I've gotten quite a bit of both here.

And so far, it has led me back to this, I need to follow my bliss.