Month: January 2011

“I really need to get my teeth cleaned…” Emily said in front of the all-marble Taj Mahal. It wasn’t the effect I was expecting, but

It starts with a casual observation that it's a busy intersection. Across the street is a giant red sandstone fort – aka The Red Fort

I didn't expect his email, but there it was. Two nights ago Mohit emailed to see if we were in Delhi. We met he and

People wrapped in musty, lice-infested blankets found corners, crevices and curbs in which to sleep. A woman on a major thoroughfare was warming herself over

Grab the dirty laundry – shove it in the big backpack. Collect all the power cords. The toiletries. Don't forget the toiletries. The empty duffle

After dinner at a beautiful restaurant on the lake, we walked home on the quiet (Indian quiet) street in the moonlight. After ten days, we

The French girl with the phenomenal English vocabulary spoke as rapidly as a New Yorker and used slang as comfortably as I would. She told

“It doesn’t matter, it’s all gonna’ come out anyway!” was Emily’s response to me warning her not to eat pani pourri from the street cart

There’s nothing like walking down your normal, average street and running into a palace. Living in Ubud, Bali, I had that experience on a daily

“Which palace are you staying in?” the waiter asked as we left the beautiful restaurant on the water. You don’t get asked that very often