Monday, November 2, 2009

A vacation in Goa.

I'll start by saying this: I'm not on vacation in Goa. But I'm thinking about it. Fantasizing, even. My flight back to India is booked--all I need now is a train ticket to Mumbai and a bus ticket to the beach. Or maybe I'll splurge and fly all the way. And what will I do once I get there? It'll look to an outsider observer like I'm doing nothing, but it's everything to me. I plan to lay on a lounge chair on the beach, reading novels and drinking smoothies, and when I get hungry I'll eat fresh fish or veggie burgers, and when I feel the need to move around I'll take walks, and when I feel the need to move around faster than that I'll go for a scooter ride, and when I feel an urge to be social I'll hang out with any number of friends who plan to be in Goa, too (not on that list but want to be? come to Goa for Christmas and New Years!) and then, just when my life of luxury, leisure, and blatant tourism is starting to get annoying, I'll fly back to the states. Perfect, huh? I think so.

Not that things are so bad now. But I think the Kathmandu pollution is giving me a throat infection. And I rarely sleep more than five hours a night (for reasons yet unknown, but I'm starting to suspect the barking dogs). And my horoscope in the Kathmandu Post today says that my life is spinning out of control and I don't posess the ability to slow it down. And I almost never do anything that's not connected to work. But actually, all that said, I'm pretty happy. And when things feel hard--when the traffic is so thick I think I'm going to be in it for the rest of my life, for example--I remind myself about Goa, and I feel a lot better. (Man. I don't think I've been on a real vacation in at least five years... This better live up to my expectations).

Time to go find out if my ATM card is working again. For some reason, my bank in the states refuses to believe that I actually want to access my money in Asia. A crazy concept, I know, but a girl's gotta live somehow, right?

Love and love,
e.
p.s. Jai mata ji (in case I was sounding jaded).

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