Clearly, I've dropped the ball on the India updates. I had big plans of in a timely manner, writing about each city we visited. I started out okay...then nice weather happened. Now I've been back nearly 5 months, and I have yet to write about Udaipur and Varanasi, my two favorites. Of course I have the photos and my journal to help me remember the big stuff, but I feel like so many of the smaller things are forgotten. I try to write some of those in my journal (like about a cute animal I saw, or the hot guy departing on a train in Varanasi, and the story I made up in my head about him, or the awkwardness we had with the various drivers) so that I remember more from my trips than the Lonely Planetesque highlights. I'm usually so exhausted when I'm traveling that I do good just to write down a bit about what I did each day. While flipping through my journal, I found this from February 2009 in Morocco "A few nights ago in Rabat, a super cute girl came up and kissed my cheek. I have no idea why." That's the kind of stuff I want to remember.
So this morning, I sat down with my computer and external hard drive, determined to sort out the Udaipur pictures I wanted to use on here. But, I got sidetracked looking through all the pictures and videos I've taken over the past 5 years. Then I started reading through old blog entries. My kiddies were seriously seriously cute, case in point.
I'm getting seriously burned out with restaurant work right now, so I'm definitely sporting the rose colored glasses when thinking of times in my life that didn't involve using my high pitched waitress voice while strangers talk down to me. Korean parents talked down to me, but at least when they did it, it was in a language I didn't understand, and they later bought me things like expensive beauty products and chocolate to ensure I still doted on their children.
So this morning, I sat down with my computer and external hard drive, determined to sort out the Udaipur pictures I wanted to use on here. But, I got sidetracked looking through all the pictures and videos I've taken over the past 5 years. Then I started reading through old blog entries. My kiddies were seriously seriously cute, case in point.
I'm getting seriously burned out with restaurant work right now, so I'm definitely sporting the rose colored glasses when thinking of times in my life that didn't involve using my high pitched waitress voice while strangers talk down to me. Korean parents talked down to me, but at least when they did it, it was in a language I didn't understand, and they later bought me things like expensive beauty products and chocolate to ensure I still doted on their children.
