When You Look at Me with Your Inner Eye

24 hour countdown in Hyderabad.

I can't believe we're already leaving. We've established routines here and left every weekend for adventures, so it is hard to fathom that after this adventure, we won't come back. I've been trying to pack all week, laying my clothes in meaningful piles around my room that are ever so slowly being absorbed into luggage.

For those who are interested, our itinerary for the remainder of our time in India goes something like: Kochi, Alleppey (backwaters, houseboat), Lakshadweep Islands (dive, swim, not believe we are there) Kochi, Periyar (overnight jungle trek), one unblocked day for improvisation, 27-hour train, Mumbai (eat street food, take in Bollywood screening), flight to Paris. Then a few days in sweet Pair-ee (une cafe, un pain au chocolat, du vin...) then New York, New York, New York. The first thing I will do when I get home is kiss my dog for 20 hours. The second thing I will do is eat a slice of pizza. The third thing I will do is miss India terribly.

Internet access should be spotty, if available. When possible, I'll try to throw in some sort of hand sign here to indicate we are alive and well, if mosquito-bitten and dirty. Otherwise, assume everything is fine. If it isn't, you'd hear from my traveler's health insurance. Otherwise, we love you and will see you soon!