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.