Updates

The medicine from Dr. Schimpi has made me feel much better. I’m happy again, and I am enjoying Indian food once more. Still, I would prefer less oil. And although I lost my strong black coffee craving during my week of Delhi Belly, now I want European cheese and El Maguey (Mexican food).

It rained all night and all morning. I’m going to the Indian state of Goa today. Goa was Portugal’s home base for its huge spice trade business back in the day (click here). There are still a lot of Catholics down there and Portuguese architectural ruins. It's a one hour plane ride south of Mumbai. (My landlord family is staunchly Catholic, and they’re from Goa. This is why the glow in the dark Jesus stares down at me in my bedroom. Last weekend he got blown off the wall during the storms. He lost his head and broke his arm. I hung the headless Jesus back on the wall.) Goa is famous for the hippies that have been coming there since the 60s. Ravers came in the '90s, and a style of electronic Goa trance music was created (this short article is just interesting). Indians will tell you that the most beautiful beaches in the world are in Goa. All the foreign tourists I’ve met, and all the tourist guide books say that Goa’s formerly beautiful beaches are now trashed and overcrowded, and the water is not so clean. The same could be said of Mumbai… (There is also a neat former French colony in the Southeast called Pondicherry. I won't have time to make it there. Goa is bigger and more famous anyway.)

This is a sign at a Catholic church near the CRY offices in Mahalakshmi. Thanks, God.

Comments

wendylinge said…
Could you please invest in some glue & fix up the glow in the dark Jesus? You need all the help you can get--no matter the deity!