I felt guilty, I felt bad, and I found it all very stressful.  I am led into a store and the lights slowly start to be turned on, and the air conditioner goes on, and tons of people jump up and start watching my every move.  Everything I touch or even pause at for a second they try to sell to me.  Or sell me a better version.  I can’t leave without seeing every room, every floor.  

From the first day I started mentioning to people that I may be going to India, I received words of warning, caution, and looks like I must be crazy to consider going (and even more so to consider it a good thing).  I was warned of the danger of traveling alone, traveling as a woman (I still feel like I’m too young to be called a woman), the water, the food, the cows in the street, etc, etc.

Look for the one going to the Hard Rock Café when in a far away land with tons of things to see.  I have a collection of Hard Rock guitar pins.  It started when I was in 5th grade and I had my first guitar.

You know it is time to go home when…you forget your map, forget your wallet, leave your ATM card in the machine, and then leave a restaurant without your credit card.  I don’t know what to blame it on, the heat, tiredness, busy schedule, or just plain carelessness. 

Visiting the Gurudwara Bangla Sahib mosque in Delhi was an adventure. 

Everyone has heard horror stories about all of the bad things you can catch while traveling.  About all those people whose vacations are ruined by a stomach bug, yet I have always been lucky and had no issues.