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HAPPY PESACH! anna and i sat around a seder table with a rabbi from brooklyn, india chabad, and all israeli guests...inside an italian restaurant with thangkas and buddhas on the wall, with a tibetan girl on the phone in the back and hindu waiters standing around, in a tibetan town, in india...all in hebrew.
new zealand feels like it was lifetimes ago. australia feels like last year. thailand? oh, i was there sometime this year. goa...a few months ago?
i have been totally leaving a place psychologically when i leave it physically. i want to write about the places i've been...previous even to mcleod!...but i'm already so far from those places. i can't recreate...relay...or feel where i was in those places. might this have to do with the presence thing that i'm working on? is it a good thing? ah, whatever, it's a thing.
anna and i shared her "other last day in india" yesterday. [her original flight to delhi was cancelled. note to travelers: DON'T FLY KINGFISHER BETWEEN GAGGAL AND DELHI. they cancel flights frequently.] that means...i got her for an extra day! i've never spent so much time with someone before...every waking minute for 5 weeks! i thought that it was going to be stressful, or overwhelming, or something not positive, to spend that much time with anyone....but it was just amazing. we parted for a few minutes here and there, and were always glad to see each other again. crazy. after 6ish years apart, we reunited in asia, and a new, stronger friendship blossomed. it was so great traveling with her - a totally different experience than being alone (obviously).
"people" say that you shouldn't date your best friend. "people" also say that you shouldn't travel with your best friend. those "people" obviously have the wrong friends. i have the right ones :)
a bird pooped on me in the train station. a car bumped into me on the road, to move me aside. dogs adopted us in goa and mcleod. a man grabbed me in khana nirvana. i slapped said man across the face.
watch "slum dog millionaire" once you've seen it, you'll understand...we saw those kids, playing in the airport. the slums next to the airport. the beggar children. the singing. it's glorified, but a really good film...and awesome soundtrack. just ignore the stupid "who wants to be a millionaire" part.