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firsts and lasts

Posted in food, India, photos, yoga by Nancy on February 1, 2010

Last night was our last dinner at Aunty’s. Her uncle is sick so she has to go to Bangalore today and we won’t get to see her again before we leave. I was really glad we brought the sweets we got her last night instead of waiting until our last night here.

Turned out everyone else we had invited to “the last supper” decided to show up last night instead, as well. Almost everyone in our yoga class was there. Aunty was running around like the proverbial headless chicken trying to get us all served, but was clearly delighted to have all these new customers. We’ll both sorely miss Aunty and her fine south Indian food.

Earlier in the day, we had one last lunch with Elisa who’s just back from leading a photo tour through south India. The driver she hired for the tour started off by taking them to shiny, sanitized, touristy spots until she explained to him that, since this was a photo tour, they were after something with a bit more character. “Oh, you want old and broken!” he said. It was a request he had no problem accommodating.

We also batted around ideas with her for the upcoming ‘round-the-world Odanadi event (called “Yoga Stops Traffick”… wish I’d thought of the name) as D will be heading up the LA contingent. Then we were off to Devaraja Market for some last-minute shopping and to pick up the sweets for Aunty from Bombay Indra Bhavan… a shop she turned us onto. “They use ghee in everything!” she gushed. “Sold,” said I.

This morning’s was our last class with Iyengar.  We’re now sitting down to our last breakfast at the Mandala. We’ll also probably take our last rickshaw ride today. One last bucket bath. Have our last regularly scheduled power outage for a while. And hopefully it’s the last time for a very long time that I’ll have to get up at 4:30 in the morning. So many lasts.

But it was also my very first trip to India. And I have a brand spankin’ new appreciation for LA because of it. Looking forward to getting back to real life. In the Land of Make Believe.

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Scenes from our last morning in Mysore:

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  1. Lora Glazer said, on February 2, 2010 at 3:55 am

    Oh It is Sad That the Trip is Coming To a End…I Really Enjoyed the Blogs From India, I felt a little like I was there too!
    The Photos of the Cows puts a whole new meaning on “Free Range” Do The Cows Get Fed Well…I Know They are Important in Hindu Religion, but was just wondering…Answer whenever…You Two Have a Safe Trip Back…And Again Thanks for the Wonderful Blog!!!

  2. Nancy said, on February 3, 2010 at 1:18 am

    Thanks L-Diggity! Been traveling for over 36 hours, but I just got home and am about to do a face plant onto my bed. It’ll take some time, I think, to fully digest this trip. Speaking of which…

    The cows eat trash. Literally. It’s all most of the people can do to feed themselves, so nobody seems to care what/if the cows eat. At least they’re not getting slaughtered and served up at McDonald’s, but still… it’s not an easy place to live. Whether you walk on 4 legs or 2.

  3. nappper said, on February 3, 2010 at 10:18 pm

    The cows in my neighbourhood never ever eat trash, they are very much well fed!! And totally spoiled!!

  4. Nancy said, on February 3, 2010 at 10:24 pm

    Good to hear! I’d see the ones in my neighborhood eating trash all day and then see people milking them. Ugg.

  5. Lora Glazer said, on February 4, 2010 at 8:31 am

    Yep Better For the Cows To Be There Then a Factory Farm, Or In McDonalds!


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