I was right. Travel was in the cards. In fact, I am writing to you all from a compact house in Chennai, India. Behind me rests a series of photos of various Indian Gods and Goddesses, and the air carries a whiff of sambar and rasam. People constantly honk on the roads, and every now and then there is somebody at the door. I am still getting used to the doorbell. There is sweat on my webbed feet, and for a minute I am scared that the black on my back will smudge into the white on my front. But I must say, I feel alive, amidst people. I am no longer alone in a room, staring out at a balding tree, in Delaware.
P.s. On our way to this Southern beauty of India, we halted at Athens. More about it in my next.