The windows to my hotel room are open wide and I'm looking out into a plaza with flowers cascading off of back porches and birds chirping hello. I'm sitting on my bed thinking about the nap I'll be taking shortly and feeling grateful for a bit of quiet time. We've been traveling full on since we've been here. Lack of sleep is catching up so today will be a bit of a down day. I see a nap in my very near future.
Yesterday we started by visiting a market to pick up provisions for a park picnic.
Here is a view from the park we visited. I believe this is the highest point in the city.
These fountains can be found all over Rome, from the ancient aqueduct systems. They still bring you fresh, clean water and it's a great place to fill up your water bottle.
The views on our walk to dinner last night were not shabby.
A picturesque view around every corner.
But the best part of the trip so far might be uniting with this fabulous woman :)
I'm still unpacking experiences from India like a suitcase left open, full and disheveled on my bedroom floor. The trip over but memories like clothing half in, half out of the bag. I'm not sure what pieces are clean and which are dirty
5 lessons from Greece. What could you do today to put these lessons into practice for yourself?
When I signed up for this yoga retreat I didn't realize that I would be one of only a few English speaking participants
After a long voyage home I finally arrived in Greensboro last night around 6pm. I'm significantly sleep deprived which causes huge emotional overwhelm for me. I'm not sure what to do with myself or the stillness that of Greensboro after the commotion of India and intense travel. Instead of writing I'm going to offer you a picture post of images from Udaipur.
Ann’s arrival in my life felt like a long slow eclipse, I feared that there would be a day I would be totally blotted out by her orbit.
My eyes fluttered open as my brain registers the Muslim call to prayer; I'm wide-awake in an instant. It's five am, still dark but it will be light soon.
Photos from Mumbai yesterday
"when we foreigners get sick here it's most likely because we don't have the tools to emotionally digest what we see. As a result our bodies create a physical reaction to what our minds can't process. If our minds can't purge the pain at least our bodies will."
"My lungs feel heavy, I imagine a smoker's lungs might feel like this, but I haven't been smoking. My nose is working overtime filtering the smog filled Mumbai air."
Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or the dehydration for that matter, but on the short rickshaw ride in I had the comforting sense that I was powerless, it felt like someone was whispering in my ear "if you want to enjoy this trip treat it like a rickshaw ride, don't hold on too tightly. Let it all unfold naturally or you'll miss the magic".