I now take a short break from the general flow of the story to offer up a quick greeting from Amritsar, India. Of course a million exciting and tell-worthy things have happened since I got to Rome without a camera, but here in India I've been electronically disconnected for the past few weeks and now of course the one time that I manage to get myself to a little internet cafe with its slow yet valiant internet connection and its sticky keys that I have to press four times if I want to spell correctly--I don't bring my little black book in which is contained all those million tell-worthy occurences.
As things are right now: I got back from the 84 steps at Goindwal yesterday and my calves feel like they just might turn to stone if I don't keep convincing them not to. I'm drinking a coke, which always seems to be better in third world countries, or in anywhere other than America for that matter. I'm also roasting hot and it's only March, so I don't even want to think about what it feels like in the summer here. Ach, too late, I thought about it. Now I need a hug.
Well anyway. We have a rickshaw waiting for us outside, no matter how it's spelled, and we're all about ready to get back to a hotel room with a fan and a pot of chai, so further details will be forthcoming in, say, several weeks. Okfine.
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