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We are going to India this summer!  Follow me and my family as we travel to Delhi, Jammu, Jaipur, Agra, Jodhpur, Udaipur, Varanasi and Mumbai.  It's a crazy itinerary planned by me and a wonderful agent in India Trinetra Tours.

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