Delhi, Varanasi, Agra, Jaipur, Pushkar, Khajuraho, Nagarkot, all of these names that roll off of my tongue . . . I can't wait.
I have wanted to go for as long as I can remember. I have had books on India spread around the house, and a dozen years ago my daughter started to mention "I want to go with you when you go." I laughed and told her she had no idea . . .
She kept saying she wanted to go, and she would browse through the books on the coffee table and say it looked nice. I kept telling her "You have no idea. You don't know what it's like. . . "
But neither did I, really. I had read a lot, dreamed a lot, asked a lot of questions. I was convinced I wanted to go, but still doubted my daughter's intent. So I dared her. And in the process, dared myself.
"If you still want to go when you graduate college, I'll take you."
So there. It was written in air.
My, how quickly those semesters passed. When she'd completed five of them and was beginning the sixth (aka last half of junior year), she was still asking about the trip, and I started looking into it. The research was time consuming - India is a big country, and it took a while to decide what highlights were important, what area of the country they were in, and what weather we wanted to endure. But finally an itinerary began to form, and I found a company that specialized in assisting in our type of endeavor, and by the time my daughter started the last semsester of senior year, we had tickets and rooms and camel rides all booked.
We'll be there for nearly three weeks, six cities, a few days in Nepal as a bonus. The Taj Majal, the Ganges, the Himalaya, the Camel Fair. Diwali!
She is now a week away from finishing her final finals.
And we are are seven months away from India. Trip of a lifetime.
We are going. To India!