Dear Sandra . . .
I would have skipped my breakfast too,
if I could have,
but there was a man to be fed and sent off to work

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I have just returned though,
and read through all the posts.
What a morning everyone has had!
I always seem to miss these moments . . .
but it is so much fun to read through them . . .
your pictures are such treasures.
As I look at them
I feel as if I am there with you,
and can almost smell the lovely aromas in the air,
and hear the sounds of the people around you
and dip my face into the hearts of the exotic blossoms . . .
what beautiful pictures, truly.
You have captured so many memories with your camera!
What a gift this experience has been for you.
I, like Barabara and others have longed to visit India.
I know there was the sadness and suffering of the poor
intermingled with the joyous wedding festivities
so full of plenty . . .
it is a shock sometimes to be reminded just how fortunate we are
to have clean running water, cooling with air-conditioners or electric fans,
heating, homes that are not made of cardboard and wood scraps . . .
comforts that we all take for granted.
I am humbled by this reminder . . .
but am glad to have you home, safe and sound--
except for the mosquito bites, of course.
Your poor legs . . .
do not feel bad for me for swatting at mosquitos,
for surely I am not evolved so much that I don't swat at the little pests myself.
As a matter of fact,
I am ashamed to say that I sprayed a black spider bigger than a silver dollar
that surprised me in the bathroom this morning.
I could not bring myself to squash him,
but sprayed him with insecticide,
which I know gave him a more painful death than the step of a shoe,
but I could not bring myself to get close enough to him to step on
(I wasn't wearing any shoes either).
I just sprayed and sprayed,
squinching up my eyes and saying i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry
as if it would make any difference.
(truly Jude, knowing how you feel about spiders,
and normally I can live and let live,
but this one was just
too big and scary).
I hope that the doctor can give you something for your infected bites.
My legs itch and burn just looking at yours.
Thank you dear Sandra,
for sharing your journey so generously with us,
and giving us a little taste of India,
and once again, I missed your laughter and bright spirit,
and am so very happy that you are home safely
with much love . . .
sparrow
ps. You will be so proud of me,
as you discover I have learned how to use photobucket!