For some reason today I took my personal diary from my last trip to India off the shelf and started to read it. I've not opened it (them - it covers 4 books!) since I returned home almost 3 years ago.
I couldn't believe how many of the wonderful little things I've forgotten, and as I read, I began to miss the adventure that is living in India. My previous post suggested that I felt it wouldn't be such a thrill learning about the culture etc because I already know it, but I'd forgotten that actually, every day, sometimes even every minute, is a new adventure - especially when you're somewhere new and exciting.
So now I'm even more excited about my trip, but also nostalgic about the last one, and about the friends I made there. I'm still in touch with some of them, but others have sadly got a bit lost along the way. They'll always be a part of that adventure though; they're immortalised in my diary and my heart and I'll never forget them. Here's to making many more friends along the way...
Philippa
I couldn't believe how many of the wonderful little things I've forgotten, and as I read, I began to miss the adventure that is living in India. My previous post suggested that I felt it wouldn't be such a thrill learning about the culture etc because I already know it, but I'd forgotten that actually, every day, sometimes even every minute, is a new adventure - especially when you're somewhere new and exciting.
So now I'm even more excited about my trip, but also nostalgic about the last one, and about the friends I made there. I'm still in touch with some of them, but others have sadly got a bit lost along the way. They'll always be a part of that adventure though; they're immortalised in my diary and my heart and I'll never forget them. Here's to making many more friends along the way...
Philippa
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