Ginger Rogers Did Everything Fred Astaire Did
Only Backwards & In High Heals
Tales of the events, both real and imagined, thoughts, ponderings, some deep and some shallow, observations and the like as experienced by a girl, who was born in the north, grew up in the west, moved to the east and currently lives in the south.
People would put grain in the road that you would drive over, to get rid of the chaff.
Also seen along the way: a herd of goats. And they are pretty much immune to horn honking, so you just have to wait. :)
A true pack-mule. :)
Micah and Dad on Christmas morning.
And the not so scary. :)
A little girl on the beach, isn't she beautiful?? Look at those ankle bracelets!! If the Lord ever gives me a girl, I am going to get some of those for her!
I am not sure if Mom & Nate are whiter than the rest of us, but for some reason the children always flock to them, wanting the shake hands and stare. They left the rest of us (including Sarah, Drew & Mers who are all quite "white") alone for the most part. Nate just must have those magnetic looks.


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They brought whole new meaning to the term manual labor. This woman would come down and fill her bowl with water and carry it up 2-3 levels of the fort to be used for repairing the walls.





Are there words for such a picture??
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The Taj Mahal at sunrise. There is a mosque on the east side of the Taj, so they built an identical one on the other side just to keep it even. The pillars are all tipped slightly out so that if there were an earth quake they would fall away from the structure.
The perfectly manicured lawns were incredible.

And idea of size, this is my dad in one of the many arches.
After many many sales pitches at different shops this is the chess set that Andrew finally settled on. Still white marble but no carved flowers or anything girly like that. :)
A new way to haul cardboard boxes. :)
Boys playing cricket on the flattened, but unpaved new road. :) We probably saw this 5 times on our trip in different villages..jpg)
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Normal Traffic in India. This is a 2-way street.
Again, one of the "themes" I tried to focus on while over there was transportation. It was fascinating to me. This Auto Rickshaw typically holds 2-3 plus the driver. I think we counted somewhere between 9 & 13 on this one, plus all of the luggage.
These women passed in front of our van. All the patties are cow dung. They gather it, and stick it to a wall to dry into those patties. Then it is burned to keep warm.
No prizes on why is it called the RED fort. :) It was an amazing structure. Absolutely gorgeous.
You had to watch your purse. There were tons of little kids, they usually worked in pairs. One would give you a look like this while the other one went through your bag.
This was part of the "prison" talked about in the journal entry. The king had 3 sons, the youngest killed his two older brothers and took his dad prisoner. His dad had built the Taj Mahal and was starting to build a 2nd Taj made of Black Marble and the son was afraid his dad would spend all the money. So he locked him up in this "prison" made of all white marble and he could see the Taj, that he had built for his wife, from most of the windows.
Here is a picture of a man making one of the rugs we bought. This man had done it for over 40 years and was an expert and making the Taj Mahal rugs. His hands moved so fast tying the knots and cutting them that you couldn't even tell what he was doing. But even he could only do about 3cm in a day.
And here is one of the gang at the Red Fort.
I love a good glass of red wine every now and then... but being pregnant sort of puts a cramp on that... so I have splurged a few times on "fun" things to drink. And yesterday I had 2 whole glasses of Martinelli's sparkling cider in a red wine glass :) ... yumm... I also managed to get all of my Christmas cards addresses and in the mail and get all the laundry done, menu planned, grocerys bought and kitchen clean... maybe this stuff makes me super productive!! So if you are just having a blah day... try some Martinelli's... you never know what might happen. :)