Adventure Begins!

Although I despise "work" as such, I also hate leisure. I am a workaholic who is lazy and an adventurer who can't relax. Thus, the Indian government's prohibition on my doing anything other than tourist activity while visiting India—which my original intent had been to work on a book—has caused me to have to post any and every thing of interest in this public communiqué. Why? Chalk it up to pathological verbosity. A better person could keep it all to herself, but without an audience, I'm sunk. The pen screeches to a halt, and there I am, standing in a foreign land amid a bunch of people who don't believe in love, as a cultural construct, with no purpose or reason for being there.

So, I am today considering it the first day of the journey, although I haven't yet left Santa Fe, simply because today I finally feel like writing about the thing. I see the end of the prep period approaching and the beginning of the actual thing looming, and I seem to be surrendering gradually to fate. It has begun. Having spent the last couple of weeks telling tall tales about luxury living in honeymoon destinations that are nothing nothing nothing at all like the insanity I am about to experience, I am getting ready for complete cultural overload. I remember last time it took 3 weeks just to feel like I was human again and able to do things like catch a tuk-tuk without a general Robinson-Crusoe-ish feeling of strandedness about it all.

This time around I hope it all just falls into place lickety split and I actually have fun. Fun? Well, fun for a lazy workaholic, whatever kind of fun that is. I can't quite tell you what that would look like, but that's why blogs were invented.

See you on the flip side.