More lazy days in Palolem
So my first week in India has been wonderful. I feel so happy and relaxed and at times when I am sat on the beach looking at the palm trees and the beautiful ocean I feel so overwhelmed with how blessed and how fortunate I am to be here and to be living my dream that I start crying. The waiter Jun from the restaurant that I sit outside on the beach each day has come over to me several times this week full of concern to see if I am ok.
I told him it is the book I am reading, that it is very sad. He told me to throw the book away, that he will put it on the bonfire in the evening with the rubbish, that I should be happy and not be crying every day over a book.
I'm not sad, I am crying tears of happiness and most of all they are tears of gratitude.
I sit there on my sun lounger thanking God for each heart warming moment of each soul soothing day since I left England. I am having such a wonderful time that there are moments when I feel guilty that I am so happy and having such a nice time. It's crazy really the way we are programmed, I mean we are supposed to enjoy ourselves and live life but because of the way we are dictated to about saving for the future and keeping a tight hold on the purse strings and always being reminded that we are going through a recession that I am made to feel guilty that I have resigned from a good job and took off for a year. My dad is appalled that I have resigned, he keeps saying that I should hold on to my job as things are so tuff now in England that I should be grateful for a job. But I don't want to live in England and I don't want to work day in day out and be grateful for it just in case I could be made redundant. I want to live now, this day in this moment and it is what I am doing and will continue to do.
I don't care about a bloody pension and I don't want a mortgage so shove it where the rats won't get at it because I may not be on the earth to enjoy the benefits of a house or a pension because all I really have is NOW, this moment and at this moment I am where I want to be, in India in a Internet cafe on the beach wearing my bikini and sarong with the ocean roaring in my ear and sand between my toes.
I have met so many nice people this week. Misshra is a little waiter in the restaurant next door to where I am staying. He is only 16years old and he is adorable. He is from Calcutta but he is here working and sending money home to his family.
Misshra is the kind of son I would love to have. He is so polite and shy and has the most wonderful smile and happy eyes, he works so hard and I know that there is not a bad bone in his body.
Most mornings I have my breakfast there with Misshra, he takes care of me and his beautiful smile is a wonderful sight first thing in the morning. Every day i have a papaya lassi and a fruit salad. A lassi is a drink made with the fruit of your choice and natural yogurt. I want to fill my tum with good bacteria just in case any wild and wonderful bacteria decide to attack. To be honest I am loving the food and touch wood I have not been ill and my tum feels great.
Ever night I have tried a different Indian dinner. I love Indian food and eat it loads at home but here in India sat by the sea and eating the traditional dishes is such a wonderful experience. I love the spicy dalhs and the creamy korma's. I have a masala poppadom every night which is a spicy poppadom sprinkled with green chillies and chopped tomatoes and cucumber it is delicious. I adore the sagwala which is a spinach based dish with paneer indian cheeseand mushroom and I am in love with the rotti's which are delicious floured thin pancake's served warm with your meal.
I have eaten in a few different restaurants but Misshra looks so sad when I walk past in the evening to go else where that I tend to have dinner with him too. He stands close to my table and is right there next to me "yes mam" if i look in his direction, he is a wonderful attentive waiter and I'm sure his mother in Calcutta must miss him terribly. It's a good job I'm sober and jacquelina is not here in Palolem because she would have probably picked him up by now and thrown him over her shoulder and eaten the poor lad alive.
Every morning I have started my day with a run on the beach, it takes about 20 mins to run up and down the beach so nothing too challenging and after that I go to yoga. I am loving my yoga and I went and bought myself a yoga mat because I intend to do yoga everyday. Where ever I am in India I will carry my yoga mat and I will start each day with yoga. I love the peace it brings me, it is the only time I truly relax and let go. I find that it helps me to calm down and tune in and just breathe.
During my journey from the airport last Saturday the taxi driver pointed out an Indian wedding to me that we passed, it looked amazing. There was music playing and there was so many beautiful ladies in their brightly coloured saris, the whole street was like a beautiful bright never ending rainbow.
I told the driver that I would love to go to an Indian wedding whilst in India. I have always wanted to go to an Indian wedding. i remember when I was at school and my sister went to an Indian wedding. i remember her dressing in a sari with two of her friends and I was so envious of her i really wanted to go too.
Well blow me down but didn't I get an invitation to an Indian wedding yesterday. I am so chuffed I have only been in India for one week and I'm going to a wedding. Dinesh and Pooja who own Parvati beach huts have invited me to Pooja's sisters wedding next Wednesday.
I am so so excited to be able to be part of such a wonderful celebration. Pooja said that 700 guests will be going to the wedding, how incredible 700 guests. can you imagine all those saris and jewelry and food and incense and dancing and prayer. Ha ha ha 700 guests and me!!!!. I can just imagine how incredible the photos will be.
Last Monday i went into Chaudi with Mukesh from the parvatti huts and his friend Pukesh who is a taxi driver. They helped me get a sim card for my phone and they helped me to buy a salwar kameez. I wanted a traditional Indian dress but didn't think I would be able to dress my self in a sari easily so I decided on the kameez. I wanted to have something pretty but respectable for visits to holy places and temples or for having dinner with Indian people. Its all worked out great because the day i collected my salwar kameez I was invited to a wedding I'm so happy because now I can wear it to the wedding of pooja's sister. I will take lots of photos and pop them on face book.
My salwar kameez is cream and buttercup yellow. The trousers are fitted down to the ankle and the dress is to the knee with gold embroidery around the neck line. It has been hand made and fits perfectly. It was so cheap only six pounds for the material and four pounds for the tailor to measure me up and do the business. It has a long silk cream scarf that feels so soft and so feminine and dainty that I think I will always want to dress this way.
I think the woman here are just so beautiful. I love the different colours of their clothes the scarlet and turquoise, the canary yellow and majestic purple. I love the way they decorate their toes and ankles with bracelets and bells and their long black glossy hair is scented with jasmine and coconut. I love watching them as they walk along the beach with their silk scarves fluttering in the breeze behind them like the wings of a thousand butterflies.
When I was in chaudhi I asked Mukesh to take me to a Indian sweet shop. I was dying to try some traditional Indian desserts. Mukesh has been a great help to me this week he has helped me so much and twice when I have needed to go to Chaudi he has escorted me there and into the shops so he can translate for me so I get what I need.
Anyway mukesh helped me to choose some desserts and i came away with a box full of different colourful delicious looking sweets. Once back on the beach i shared them with misshra and the other waiters and mukesh and rupesh. we sat there munching our sweets together on the beach and i was so pleased to do something nice for them after all the sweet things they had done for me in the last seven days.
There are so many interesting people in Palolem. I love sitting on my sun lounger just watching people. There is a German lady who sits on the beach each day with her daughter. her daughter is about 4 years old and is adorable. She is mixed race and has a mop of chocolate coloured curls that have been kissed by the sun at the tips turning them to golden caramel. I love watching this lady and her daughter. they have so much fun. they play in the sea together and chase each other and roll in the sand and as I watch them i can't help but think about my niece shylah and how much i miss her.
I did feel a little sad watching this lady and her daughter. I always thought I would be a mother but i am 38 this year and I'm single and have been forever so i have no idea if I will ever have a child now.
I have always been a traveler. I never stay in one place for too long. There is always another country another adventure another life I want to see and be part of and live. I guess it is the sacrifice I made but I have no regret's about seeing the world. I know it is such a big part of who I am. I left England when I was nineteen years old and I am thirty eight this year so I have been traveling a long time and I know I am not ready to stop , maybe I will never stop. One of my closests friends asked me what am I running from but Im not running from anything I was once but that was a long time ago. I just love to see the world, I love to live in different cultures to learn about people and their religions and customs and also about me, I know more now about myself because of every where I have been every country I have lived in every person i have met and every dream that has come true.
I know for sure that I am not running from anything, what I am doing is looking for where I fit. looking for where I feel I belong. looking for myself and for a spiritual direction. I know that it is here in India and when I have finished with the beach and the tourist bit I am going off to find it all.
So my first week in India has been wonderful. I feel so happy and relaxed and at times when I am sat on the beach looking at the palm trees and the beautiful ocean I feel so overwhelmed with how blessed and how fortunate I am to be here and to be living my dream that I start crying. The waiter Jun from the restaurant that I sit outside on the beach each day has come over to me several times this week full of concern to see if I am ok.
I told him it is the book I am reading, that it is very sad. He told me to throw the book away, that he will put it on the bonfire in the evening with the rubbish, that I should be happy and not be crying every day over a book.
I'm not sad, I am crying tears of happiness and most of all they are tears of gratitude.
I sit there on my sun lounger thanking God for each heart warming moment of each soul soothing day since I left England. I am having such a wonderful time that there are moments when I feel guilty that I am so happy and having such a nice time. It's crazy really the way we are programmed, I mean we are supposed to enjoy ourselves and live life but because of the way we are dictated to about saving for the future and keeping a tight hold on the purse strings and always being reminded that we are going through a recession that I am made to feel guilty that I have resigned from a good job and took off for a year. My dad is appalled that I have resigned, he keeps saying that I should hold on to my job as things are so tuff now in England that I should be grateful for a job. But I don't want to live in England and I don't want to work day in day out and be grateful for it just in case I could be made redundant. I want to live now, this day in this moment and it is what I am doing and will continue to do.
I don't care about a bloody pension and I don't want a mortgage so shove it where the rats won't get at it because I may not be on the earth to enjoy the benefits of a house or a pension because all I really have is NOW, this moment and at this moment I am where I want to be, in India in a Internet cafe on the beach wearing my bikini and sarong with the ocean roaring in my ear and sand between my toes.
I have met so many nice people this week. Misshra is a little waiter in the restaurant next door to where I am staying. He is only 16years old and he is adorable. He is from Calcutta but he is here working and sending money home to his family.
Misshra is the kind of son I would love to have. He is so polite and shy and has the most wonderful smile and happy eyes, he works so hard and I know that there is not a bad bone in his body.
Most mornings I have my breakfast there with Misshra, he takes care of me and his beautiful smile is a wonderful sight first thing in the morning. Every day i have a papaya lassi and a fruit salad. A lassi is a drink made with the fruit of your choice and natural yogurt. I want to fill my tum with good bacteria just in case any wild and wonderful bacteria decide to attack. To be honest I am loving the food and touch wood I have not been ill and my tum feels great.
Ever night I have tried a different Indian dinner. I love Indian food and eat it loads at home but here in India sat by the sea and eating the traditional dishes is such a wonderful experience. I love the spicy dalhs and the creamy korma's. I have a masala poppadom every night which is a spicy poppadom sprinkled with green chillies and chopped tomatoes and cucumber it is delicious. I adore the sagwala which is a spinach based dish with paneer indian cheeseand mushroom and I am in love with the rotti's which are delicious floured thin pancake's served warm with your meal.
I have eaten in a few different restaurants but Misshra looks so sad when I walk past in the evening to go else where that I tend to have dinner with him too. He stands close to my table and is right there next to me "yes mam" if i look in his direction, he is a wonderful attentive waiter and I'm sure his mother in Calcutta must miss him terribly. It's a good job I'm sober and jacquelina is not here in Palolem because she would have probably picked him up by now and thrown him over her shoulder and eaten the poor lad alive.
Every morning I have started my day with a run on the beach, it takes about 20 mins to run up and down the beach so nothing too challenging and after that I go to yoga. I am loving my yoga and I went and bought myself a yoga mat because I intend to do yoga everyday. Where ever I am in India I will carry my yoga mat and I will start each day with yoga. I love the peace it brings me, it is the only time I truly relax and let go. I find that it helps me to calm down and tune in and just breathe.
During my journey from the airport last Saturday the taxi driver pointed out an Indian wedding to me that we passed, it looked amazing. There was music playing and there was so many beautiful ladies in their brightly coloured saris, the whole street was like a beautiful bright never ending rainbow.
I told the driver that I would love to go to an Indian wedding whilst in India. I have always wanted to go to an Indian wedding. i remember when I was at school and my sister went to an Indian wedding. i remember her dressing in a sari with two of her friends and I was so envious of her i really wanted to go too.
Well blow me down but didn't I get an invitation to an Indian wedding yesterday. I am so chuffed I have only been in India for one week and I'm going to a wedding. Dinesh and Pooja who own Parvati beach huts have invited me to Pooja's sisters wedding next Wednesday.
I am so so excited to be able to be part of such a wonderful celebration. Pooja said that 700 guests will be going to the wedding, how incredible 700 guests. can you imagine all those saris and jewelry and food and incense and dancing and prayer. Ha ha ha 700 guests and me!!!!. I can just imagine how incredible the photos will be.
Last Monday i went into Chaudi with Mukesh from the parvatti huts and his friend Pukesh who is a taxi driver. They helped me get a sim card for my phone and they helped me to buy a salwar kameez. I wanted a traditional Indian dress but didn't think I would be able to dress my self in a sari easily so I decided on the kameez. I wanted to have something pretty but respectable for visits to holy places and temples or for having dinner with Indian people. Its all worked out great because the day i collected my salwar kameez I was invited to a wedding I'm so happy because now I can wear it to the wedding of pooja's sister. I will take lots of photos and pop them on face book.
My salwar kameez is cream and buttercup yellow. The trousers are fitted down to the ankle and the dress is to the knee with gold embroidery around the neck line. It has been hand made and fits perfectly. It was so cheap only six pounds for the material and four pounds for the tailor to measure me up and do the business. It has a long silk cream scarf that feels so soft and so feminine and dainty that I think I will always want to dress this way.
I think the woman here are just so beautiful. I love the different colours of their clothes the scarlet and turquoise, the canary yellow and majestic purple. I love the way they decorate their toes and ankles with bracelets and bells and their long black glossy hair is scented with jasmine and coconut. I love watching them as they walk along the beach with their silk scarves fluttering in the breeze behind them like the wings of a thousand butterflies.
When I was in chaudhi I asked Mukesh to take me to a Indian sweet shop. I was dying to try some traditional Indian desserts. Mukesh has been a great help to me this week he has helped me so much and twice when I have needed to go to Chaudi he has escorted me there and into the shops so he can translate for me so I get what I need.
Anyway mukesh helped me to choose some desserts and i came away with a box full of different colourful delicious looking sweets. Once back on the beach i shared them with misshra and the other waiters and mukesh and rupesh. we sat there munching our sweets together on the beach and i was so pleased to do something nice for them after all the sweet things they had done for me in the last seven days.
There are so many interesting people in Palolem. I love sitting on my sun lounger just watching people. There is a German lady who sits on the beach each day with her daughter. her daughter is about 4 years old and is adorable. She is mixed race and has a mop of chocolate coloured curls that have been kissed by the sun at the tips turning them to golden caramel. I love watching this lady and her daughter. they have so much fun. they play in the sea together and chase each other and roll in the sand and as I watch them i can't help but think about my niece shylah and how much i miss her.
I did feel a little sad watching this lady and her daughter. I always thought I would be a mother but i am 38 this year and I'm single and have been forever so i have no idea if I will ever have a child now.
I have always been a traveler. I never stay in one place for too long. There is always another country another adventure another life I want to see and be part of and live. I guess it is the sacrifice I made but I have no regret's about seeing the world. I know it is such a big part of who I am. I left England when I was nineteen years old and I am thirty eight this year so I have been traveling a long time and I know I am not ready to stop , maybe I will never stop. One of my closests friends asked me what am I running from but Im not running from anything I was once but that was a long time ago. I just love to see the world, I love to live in different cultures to learn about people and their religions and customs and also about me, I know more now about myself because of every where I have been every country I have lived in every person i have met and every dream that has come true.
I know for sure that I am not running from anything, what I am doing is looking for where I fit. looking for where I feel I belong. looking for myself and for a spiritual direction. I know that it is here in India and when I have finished with the beach and the tourist bit I am going off to find it all.
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