Ganga Ma

 Each morning, we walk the short distance to the banks of the Ganges to sit in meditation for nearly an hour. Along the way we pass the sleeping shirtless man, in his makeshift permanent tent, with his dogs; an open manhole cover; and a giant mama pig rooting for breakfast as her pile of 5 … More Ganga Ma

No Pizza in Pisa

 The first night of our Italian adventure begins. As we leave our hotel we stop at the front desk to ask ‘Sarah’ for directions to “The Tower.” “Oh, it is very closa. Just go down thisa waya. Turn lefta and it is there.” We turned before we were supposed to, compelled by some unknown shiny … More No Pizza in Pisa