Planes, trains, automobiles, rickshaws, e-rickshaws, elephants, camels, boats, trucks...we experienced it all. Driving through India is like being in a dance with many performers moving through the tiniest of spaces and somehow making it to the end. Every arrival is like arriving at the end of a rollercoaster ride. We survived, barely.
What has become of me? I've become that mom who lives vicariously through her 7 year old daughter. Don't get me wrong. I haven't signed her up for Toddlers and Tiaras or Honey Boo Boo's Texas Choice Pageants. I signed her up for Brownies! Why? Girl Guides? Brownies? what have I done? Well, I have a problem. I love badges. I want to get badges...lots of them. In fact I may buy some on Ebay...no kidding. Why badges? Well, I used to be a brownie from 1977-1979 (7-9yrs old). I wore my brownie dress, scarf, beret with pride. I enjoyed my Wednesday nights at St. Cuthbert's Church. It was my first time in a church (I'm a Hindu and didn't know until I stepped into a church that I wasn't a Christian...that's a whole other post!) Brownies was a time I could do arts and crafts, sing songs, cook and bake and play with friends not from my school. I did this for years. Every week I would happily skip to the church and be a brownie. It was
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