Beautiful, vibrant India.

Ah, life.  No complaints from my end. Well, except I just burnt squash for the second time this week. Carcinogens, yum. I was attempting to embrace the present season here - autumn. "Autumn" as in temperatures have dropped from the 90s to the 70s and sometimes at night I actually consider donning a jacket. I don't expect to see the leaves changing shades or falling anytime soon, though... a palm tree with no palm fronds... that would be a stranger site to behold than me willingly watching sports on T.V.

I recently returned from a trip to India - a fabulous journey but one with no fewer airport incidents than the last one. First upon attempting to check-in, I learned that my ticket had been canceled. Ever spent 2 days traveling to an airport only to find out that the ticket that you thought you had, you really didn't...? It all worked out in the end - a few extra dollars spent and an unexpected quantity of quality time braved in Mumbai (fun, crazy city with crazy people who enjoy traversing 5 lanes of traffic only to ask, well, demand that you join their Bollywood cast...). The only other airport incident occurred in the aforementioned crazy city... I wound up at the wrong airport. In my defense, I thought one would go to the domestic airport if they were flying domestically... but alas, my common sense doesn't quite jive with that of Indians apparently.

The trip was considerably less eventful after that. Saw lots of monkeys, a couple of elephants, no tigers, sampled sun-dried coconut gifted by a little village boy, consumed enough spicy food to keep my taste buds burning for weeks to come, attended a Hindu marriage ceremony (aptly described by someone as "My Big Fat Indian Wedding"), drank an exorbitant amount of chai... and yeah, just really enjoyed India, round 2.