With a name like Volterra this better be a particularly formidable or deliciously spooky place. It is medieval so it’s sure to have some gluttony and debauchery. And who doesn’t love that? After San Gimignano, the lot of us pile into our respective shuttles to visit the next town – Volterra. I know I probably … More Don’t Mess with Volterra
The end of Day Three was less than triumphant. After a liesurely, delicious, and a little late, lunch in Franklin, North Carolina we head toward Asheville. I’m excited. In all my travels, in living in Virginia, going to college in North Carolina and living in South Carolina I had never been to this artists mecca. … More We Did Asheville All Wrong
Apalachicola Day 2 There is something so inspiring about waking to the sound of seagulls singing their early morning fishing song. Beyond that I can faintly make out the sound of ropes and masts meeting each other as the wind and surf rock the sailboats nearby. It’s a beautiful day, I just know it, before … More Apalachicola – It’s Just Fun To Say
Day 17 – the end of the end – almost After our rooftop lunch we gather our bags and meet in the lobby. We are leaving behind three more. Fred, Shanthi and MB. Like Rishikesh, it’s sad, but we’re rushed so there’s no time for weepy good-byes. Back on our bus we head to the … More Always Be Prepared
Day 17 – Last day on Indian soil. I can take or leave the Taj Mahal. It’s so cliche. One of the first questions I’m asked when I return from India, “Did you go to the Taj Mahal?” This is India to most people. I get it. And a little piece of me resents it. … More Mighty Mahal
Day 15 continued – And Rishikesh said, “You are done shopping.” As Karin, Dayalan and I head out to shop we try, really, really try, to ignore the approaching grayish-black cloud over the mountain. It won’t be ignored. We shrug it off – ’cause that’ll make it go away – and head down to the river … More Cows Don’t Like Rain Either
Day 14, part 2 – “It never rains this time of year.” Back in town it begins to rain. We are headed to another orphanage of sorts for lunch. Odd, you would think, but there is an exceptional little cafe that helps support this effort. This is our first stop of the afternoon. Sort of. … More Rain in Rishikesh
Day 12 – This morning my mind was like a restless, whiny child working every angle to get out of doing chores. My chore? Meditation and yoga. It went a little something like this: I have a headache. I don’t think yoga is good for my knee. The floor is too cold. We should be … More Until Next Time, Coimbature
Day 11 – Part 1 – Today I skipped meditation and yoga. Bad yogi. There are days that I fight going and go anyway, rewarded by the feeling of openness and peace. Then there are days like today when I don’t fight and I don’t go, I just give in. It seemed the best decision. … More From excess to less than nothing
Day Seven: Pondicherry. Starting your day with yoga on the rooftop of a beach resort has got to lead to only good things. Or at the very least, a good attitude. Our first stop today is the home and ashram of Sri Aurobindo. There are no photos allowed anywhere so I am careful to note … More Maps, schmaps
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