India: How to spot a fake.

It has been so long since I have even had time to look at myblog... To be honest, I had so much come up in the past two months...Wow, its been two months since I got back from India... I didn't realizethat until now. Anyway, so much has happened that I haven't had sparetime to spend on my computer, or even reliable internet to write it with. I guess that's a good sign, that life is so busy that you don'thave time to sit and think about it.

Its going to be a challenge but now I am going to go back and tryand write about my experiences in India, although some of the colors and smellshave faded, I hope I don't miss the important parts.

The cow had better makeup than us

India: Part I - Epic Pizza Delivery

As I sit in my room in Florence, I think back to how all the events unfolded to create my trip to India.  Where do I even start?  Do I start in September when Robin Joking mention me visiting?  DO I start with crazy visits and running around New York with my mom and sister?  Or does the adventure really start when I get off the plane.  I believe that adventure is in the eyes of the beholder.  I had cleaned out my fridge, picked up such essentials as pro-biotics, a multitude of drugs, a new bag that I wouldn't mind sacrificing to India and other such wonderful trinkets.  The one thing I did pick up was some good old fashioned Italian Pizza.  I was ready to go.