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The Internal Feast of Ramadan

Ramadan Mubarak! (a blessed Ramadan) or
Ramadan Kareem! (a generous Ramadan)

For one month out of the year and from sun up to sun down, Muslims commit to not eat or drink, to give up certain indulgences like alcohol or smoking and to not make love (only during the day, remember! ;) and its all in celebration of Allah ( one man's "Allah" is another man's "God"...same thing)

"God gives us 11 months out of the year, so I think I can give him one" said Ahmed, the Jordanian bodega chef where I buy my hummus and pickles.

Ramadan is the 9th month of the Islamic calendar and the most sacred of the twelve months. The name Ramadan derives from the Arabic word for 'intense heat' and 'sun-scorched ground'. Which is pretty timely for this summers extreme heat waves around the globe.

There are other significant and magical reasons Muslims celebrate Ramadan.
Some say it scorches out evil like the sun scorches the earth and also just as heat shapes and influences all matter —  so does Ramadan shape and influence the believer  (the believer of God- one God, remember?)


The first day of Ramadan- which is today August 11th is said to be the first day the Qu'ran (the Holy Book of Islam) was revealed to the Prophet Muhammad (may peace be upon him).
"The month of Ramadan is that in which the Koran was revealed, a guidance to men and clear proofs of the guidance and the distinction; therefore whoever of you is present in the month, he shall fast therein, and whoever is sick or upon a journey, then (he shall fast) a (like) number of other days... (sura 2.185, known as The Cow) "

Ramadan is also meant to encourage Muslims to feel and empathize with those who are poor, hungry and homeless and entices all to help the less fortunate and to give to charity.

Pretty Sweet!


There are many historic, spiritual and practical levels of the Ramadan fast which include:

• refraining from the physical senses (performed with the mouth/stomach/sexual organs)
• restraining oneself from saying, hearing and looking at negative things
• renewing one's devotion to God

Before the sun rises, most Muslim's have a nice meal called 
suhoor . Suhoor typically tends to be heavy and is highly regarded by Islamic traditions to benefit of the blessings and avoid crankiness or weakness caused by the fast.

When I was in the Middle East, breakfast was the absolute best meal of the day...consisting of eggs, cheese, dates, pita, mankoushe (lebanese pizza), tea, coffee, juice, fruits and more...

And as soon as the sun sets, its time for iftar, the evening meal often eaten communally.
To break the fast, one eats soft moist and sweet dates. Delicious!

Many of the attributes in celebrating Ramadan remind me of Lent in the Christian Faith, representing the 40 days Christ was in the desert before teaching his sermons.
 
So with my adoration of cultural traditions, I am going to create my own celebration of Ramadan, to deepen my devotion to the Almight, to appreciate my senses, to go with in and to experience going with out... so I am giving up food for one day of the week until Sept. 9th, when Ramadan is over.
This will be my participation in the holy month of Ramadan. Mash'allah! (Arabic phrase used to show joy and praise)

What things come to mind that you could give up for a month and do you think you could fast during the day for one month...a pretty dificult task but millions do it every year and for hundreds of years?

Isn't it interesting to see how others celebrate the divine? I sure think so!

My Body

He first faught with her and then faught for her in 'The Goodbye Girl'

Besides the fabulous-ness of being al fresco in Bryant park on a warm summer night amidst friends, wine and Uno...
The Goodbye Girl is stands alone as one of my favorite movies of all time!

As an actress, a woman, a narotic and mother (even though I do not have children yet...) I could connect to this film in so many ways.

Written as a play by Neil Simon and shot in Manhattan in 1977...its about the ups and downs of struggling actors in Manhattan who fall into each others laps...first of misery and then of love.

Starring Richard Dreyfus (who won an oscar for the role...and was the youngest man to win the Oscar at that time) and Marsha Mason (who was a powerhouse of an real woman and married to Neil Simon)...it was so well acted, written, choreographed and plotted that I laughed out loud countless times, shed a tear more than twice and related to all characters in the film.

hello! 30 something actors trying to make it in the big city with a heart of gold but no one to share it with...UNTIL...

The Until part is the best. As a woman, Dreyfus was a silly stallion...making the woman laugh and put up her guns all in one breath (as all of us women like to do!)
He first faught with her and then faught for her!!
and every woman wants a man to fight for her...fight to break down the fear barriers we put up simply to survive in this world!

I feel this movie should be seen by everyone...bc its story is sure lived by everyone in that tulmultous and fabulous time of our youth :)

World Cup Winning Pizza

Milos Estiatorio

I give Milos Estiatorio on 125 W 55th Street the Gypsy Seal of Approval! Delicious fresh colorful healthy food and fabulous sexy cultural atmosphere! Next stop...Greece! OPA!

Just Another Day at the Nude Beach

At 10 am I woke up and thought..."Hey, I want to go to the beach today"! My commercial shoot got postponed for the following week so I didn't have any plans for the day or night...it was a hot sunny summer day in Manhattan...why not get out of town and go to the beach??

Manhattan I know...but the outskirts...I don't. So I did quick research online and found out that Sandy Hook Beach is the best beach and its a fun fast ferry ride away.

So I jumped in a cab...spoke Arabic and talked politics with the Egyptian cabbie on my way over to the East Side to get on the Sea Ferry...heading to the Jerzey shore :)

There was already a line of people ready to board and we all gathered on the boat decks and took off to sea.

Arriving at Sandy Hook: which is actually a very historic part of Jersey...old Army barracks that surround the oldest lighthouse in the country.

But I wasn't here for history, I was here for the beach.

There were 2 buses that were being loaded up by people from the ferry. I asked some guys next to me..."Which bus goes to the beach"? They said, "Both".  So I just got on the green bus instead of the yellow. Little did I know...that bus dropped me off at a 'special' beach.

We all walked along the boardwalk toward the sea and slowly but surely I started to see less and less color and more and more skin! After having 2 smiling men holding hands prance by me giggling...I realized I was in the heart of a nude beach!

So being America's Gypsy...I had to fit in...
so off went my top (and that's it!)

At least I didn't get any tan lines :)

A few hours passed and I knew I had to head back to the bus that takes me to the ferry...but I remembered that the ferry only takes cash and I only had 3 dollar bills left!
I searched everywhere on the beach for an ATM but not such luck. So I asked someone who sold beer on the boardwalk and they said I have to go to the other beach to get to an ATM. "Ok, how can I get there?" He said..." uh...walk or get a ride...its a few miles thataway"

So...being the Gypsy...I walked to the street, stuck out my thumb and waved down the state trooper. With my Oklahoma accent I asked if they could drive me to the other beach? They said, "But of course ma'am. But we need to check in your purse to make sure you don't have any weapons." They searched me and found that I was safe and loaded me in the back of the squad car. 

I arrived at the "other' beach and got my money, met a nice young man who offered to buy me a few drinks and we had a fabulous time at the beach bar talking about spirit, traveling, life and love.
 
The sun was setting and my bus was arriving ready to take me back to the ferry to head back to NYC!

Making friends, getting tan and seeing naked people...talk about a perfect day!

I give Sandy Hook beach in Jersey the GYPSY seal of approval!

l'chaim to Sandy Hook!

So go out and explore what is around your city today...you never know what 'jewels' you will find...no pun intended!

Morocco and The Middle East

over 10 years ago, I remember when I wanted to go on a service trip to other parts of the world and Morocco was one of my main choices. My father was adamant about me going anywhere but there. I could go to Brazil or India, but not Morocco. Why? Because ignorant people associated it with the middle east and terrorism or because the cous cous might make me gain even more weight? I let it drop and let my dear father remain with his own thoughts. But I, myself, the cultural lover, could not understand where his prejudices came from.

A few months later I met a Moroccan man who invited me, as a guest, to his country of Morocco. I was thrilled to go! But I had to get past the dragon of my father first. So I sat him down for lunch and talked to him about all the money I have been earning and how I want to go on a trip. Now I can go anywhere I want if I pay for it, correct? He said, well honey, you are a grown woman I can not stop you from making you own decisions with your own money. As long as you would be safem you can ho where you want. Then I said, great dad! I am leaving for Morocco next week! What? He screamed. I explained the situation to him and he talked on the phone with Mr. K and all was set in motion for my first trip to the east.

Every fear of middle eastern terrorists was wrong. It is not in the middle east. It is N Africa. Morocco has its completely own system, cusine, language and history unlike any place…….oh Morocco

But I noticed that many people feared the prejudices of others. They hated being categorized as the Middle East and they loved distinguishing themselves from other N African countries surrounding them. The Moroccan’s knew there history and are so proud of where they come from, what they have been through and what they have created. Since they were not inhabited by the Ottoman Empire, their cuisine is not the traditional dishes of the middle east and their Arabic is mixed with French and different cultural slang....its so beautiful and unique.

The people are darker but a deep clay color with big beautiful, piercing eyes and their music comes from the Gods; both the Jewish interpretation and Sunni. I left Morrocco with a feeling of piece with in my heart. A beautiful and mystical country with roots that go far beyond any land I have yet to step on.

Luckily I was on my way to Eygypt, so my feet soon touched even more ancient land. People had many predjudices about Egypt but not as many as the upper part of the middle east. But to tell you the truth, I felt the least safe in Egypt then I did an any other arab country. The loudness of the cars and the the heavy pollution and suffocating looks of the men and desperate looks of the people consumed the long nights along the nile and the walks along the pyramids. Egypt seems to have forgotten their roots of divinity and are selling out the Saudi crowd of mass consumption and forced Islamic traditions. But as a first time observer and a young woman from Oklahoma, what do I know? I just walked the streets with an open mind and heart and left the country knowing more then when I came. At least I was in good company.

     But when I stepped foot into the land of Lebanon, everything changed. It was not an easy process getting there. The predjucies and stereotypical fears that laced my journey were not comforting nor inspiring to my soul. Everyone from my father and mother to the bartender at the Drake Hotel in Chicago…when they found out where I was going all they could say was, "Have you seen , 'Not with out my Daghter'? "Yes" I snipped back, I am very well aware of the Oscar winning performance Sally Field put on! But look how they treat their women and the car bombs….your parents are letting you go?

My parents, once again, had no choice because I already made my decision and I already swiped my credit card for the ticket. I consulted many of my middle eastern friends about the safety and they assured me all will be fine. There was a stand still in the elections of the Lebanese president so the country was being run byt the army, but as my Lebanese friend said, “when all is silent in Lebanon, that is the time to worry. There will always be something going on, so go over there and just watch your back but enjoy the beauties of that amazing country”. And that is exactly what I did.

To prove predjucies wrong, you have to go through the valley of fear and come back stonger and more alive then when you came! We have to listen to peoples fears and worries so that we can understand the root of their confusion and bring them back a gift from the holy land of experience that has turned into wisdom. CNN can not give you wisdom, Michael More can not give you wisdom…talk to the taxi cab drivers from Pakistan,  now they have some wisdom!  Go to the people from that country and ask their opinion. Then compare if their fears are similar to yours, if so, then you can keep your fears but you can not own them yet...not until you touch the earth of that land, or at least the hand of someone from that land.
 And I assure you, after spending a week in the country of people whom you fear, you will come back with more stories of generocity, survival and humor then tears!

The Heart of Hezbollah

The Heart of Hezbollah

Taking a trip to the middle east the day after the election was postponed and the military took over the city did not scare me.  Walking through the streets of parliament at night with the tents of shiite families protesting, did not make me fear for my life. It did not scare me to eat meat in the fields with Arabic only speaking men while Israeli helicopters loomed over head. What scared me is the feeling of judgements people had while hearing about my trip to Lebanon.

According to some people, my Muslim boyfriend at the time would soon lock me in the house and make me subordinate to him. I even tried to explain how I had the chance to sit with the real people of the villages of south Lebanon and I got to hold their babies and wash my hands in their water and how they are real people who simply want to be safe, warm and happy.

I will never forget one of the women looked at me and said, only a few, not many , only a few are like that. How can a woman say that? Does she really believe that every family that lives in every home in the south of Lebanon are militant, fanatic muslims wanting to start a jihad because they hate the jews and prefer car bombs to baklava? Racist ridiculousness!

The predjucices of the world like this are what keeps up underwater from the truth. The truth is what the sages and scholars have been telling us for centuries. We are all one. But some people are brown and some are light. Some where yamaka’s and some where burka’s. Some chant to Allah and some to Krishna. Every chant, every bite of bread, every hug and every tear all come from the same source, that is the source of the soul. Our souls chose the body, the city, state, mother and father. Our souls know that we are here on this earth for a reason and the only reason is to live the potential of creating harmony with in ourselves so that we can see the world with the harmony of compassion and love. To have compassion for others and to love others is our only purpose. All the rest is up to us to discover and create and we can move mountains with the possibilities with in us. But until we see the world as ourselves, living breathing souls that are on a daily mission of keeping our bodies alive through food and warmth, we will constantly be in the caves of segregation and illimination of the truth and the truth is that we are all one, we are all on this earth together striving for love and harmony.

Ana Berry for Oprah!

What a day...
Open Casting call for Oprah's OWN network...
headed to Jersey at 5 am (thanks Mario for taking me)
and waiting in line in the sun...with the number 812.
Finally I got to be seen, in a group of other "visionaries" at 4pm
I spoke about my concept of America's Gypsy as a traditional talk show...showcasing a different culture each week...everyone laughed, smiled and applauded!!

now Home
here I am
feeling good, alive, and excited for the future.
AG is ME and AG is WE
now
waiting for the call back phone call tonight :)
Que Sera Sera

vote here!!!
http://myown.oprah.com/audition/index.html?request=video_details&response_id=1754&promo_id=1

This is why I do this

Having over an hour in the Denver airport to wait until my departure...I, of course, was meandering in and out of the stores seeing what silly items they had to sell.

One store in particular caught my eye, not for what was inside it or what it was called, but by the beautiful woman working behind the counter. She had medium brown skin, big dark eyes, a huge smile and a brillant bright green burka around her head. In the land of Cowboys, Indians and Rockies...she definitely stuck out.

So being who I am, I went right up to her and said. "Asalamaolecom" . She smiled and "Wa alaolecomasalam" me back. "How do you know how to greet me" she asked. And I said my usual in a twisted tongue way ( bc I never really know what to say ) " Well, bc its what I do. So tell me, where are you from...Africa?"

"Ethiopia" she said. And that. of course sparked my interest. "Salam! and Ama-say-ka-nan-do" I said with a giggle...which basically means hello and thank you"
She was so impressed with my Amharic and asked how I know so much about her culture.
Again, all I can say is "bc this is what I do. This is what I love...I LOVE YOU! I love where you are from. Ethiopia...what a magnificant country...the history, the food, the honey wine, the injara bread, the bright beautiful colors, the jazz and the people...gorgeous goreous people"
She was beeming with a smile and was almost speechless but asked, "My goodness (or ya allah- oh my god) how many times have you been to Ethiopia?
I said, "Never! But I go to Little Ethiopia any chance I get"

We started talking about the large Ethiopian communities in LA, Michigan, DC, Denver and NY...and I was sharing stories about how I would take my mom to an Ethiopian restaurant and she kept asking for a fork and they kept showing her the injara bread and how to use that as a fork...so funny!
...and the great music and jazz of Ethiopia.

And then I asked her about being Muslim in Denver and if she ever got any problems. "Yes of course" she said "I have many people come up to me and say mean things, and I keep telling them that in the Holy Qu'ran it says that we are not even supposed to kill a bug. The Muslims out there killing are not us and they are not following Islam"

I could tell this hit her in a deep place, as it did me as well.

This is the story I want to tell.
This woman's story of coming from Ethiopia, through Kenya to Denver.

Raising a family here and keeping her scarf on and her ethnic name tag clear so that everyone can see it.

Proud to be a Muslim from East Africa in Mid America. I am proud of who she is!

Her name was Zewditu: named after the Empress Zewditu. And to me, she is a queen.

This show, this concept of America's Gypsy..is for YOU, Zewditu!
Ama say Ka nan do ! Salam Salam Salam
Subhan'Allah

Oklahoma Triva: Amazing Funny Facts

Here is a re-post of some funny Oklahoma Trivia and Interesting Facts

 

1. The bread twist tie was invented in Maysville.

2. The shopping cart was invented in Ardmore in 1936.

3. The nation's first parking meter was installed in Oklahoma City in 1935.

4. The first Girl Scout Cookie was sold in Muskogee in 1917.

5. Cimarron County, located in the Oklahoma Panhandle, is the only county in the U.S. bordered by 4 separate states — Texas, New Mexico, Colorado & Kansas.

6. The Oklahoma State Capital is the only capital in the U.S. with working oil wells on its grounds.

 

7. Boise City, Okla., was the only city in the United States to be bombed during World War II. On Monday, July 5, 1943, at 12:30am., a B-17 Bomber based at Dalhart Army Air Base, Texas, dropped six practice bombs on the sleeping town, mistaking the city lights as target lights.

8. WKY Radio in Oklahoma City was the first radio station transmitting west of the Mississippi River.

9. The nation's first "tornado warning" was issued March 25, 1948 in Oklahoma City minutes before a devastating tornado. Because of the warning, no lives were lost.

10. Oklahoma has the largest Native American population of any state in the U.S.

11. The name 'Oklahoma' comes from two Choctaw words — okla meaning "people" and humma meaning "red." So the name means, "Red People." The name was approved in 1890.

12. Oklahoma has produced more astronauts than any other state.

13.  Oklahoma has more man-made lakes than any other state (including Caddo County's Fort Cobb Lake).

14. During the "Land Rush," Oklahoma City and Guthrie went from vast, open prairie to cities of over 10,000 in a single day.

15. The nation's first "Yield" traffic sign was erected in Tulsa on a trial basis.

 

16. The Pensacola Dam on Grand Lake is the longest multi-arched dam in the world at 6,565 feet.

17. The Port of Catoosa (just north of Tulsa) is the largest inland port in America.

18. The aerosol can was invented in Bartlesville.

19. Per square mile, Oklahoma has more tornadoes than any other place in the world.

20. The highest wind speed ever recorded on earth was in Moore Okla., on May 3, 1999 during the Oklahoma City F-5 tornado. Wind speed was clocked at 318 mph.

21. The Will Rogers World Airport and the Wiley Post Airport are both named after two famous Oklahomans, both killed in the same airplane crash.

 

 

And Oklahoma Towns Offer It All —

Love the Summer?
  Poolville, Oklahoma
  Sunray, Oklahoma

Want Something To Eat?
  Cookietown, Oklahoma

  Corn, Oklahoma
  Grainola, Oklahoma
  Hominy, Oklahoma
  Olive, Oklahoma
  South Coffeeville, Oklahoma
  Sweetwater, Oklahoma

  Why Travel To Other Cities? Oklahoma Has Them All!
  Cleveland, Oklahoma
  Orlando, Oklahoma
  Miami, Oklahoma
  Pittsburgh, Oklahoma
  Santa Fe, Oklahoma
  St. Louis, Oklahoma
  Chattanooga, Oklahoma
  Peoria, Oklahoma
  Burbank, Oklahoma
  Fargo, Oklahoma

Don't Forget The Wildlife!
  Bison, Oklahoma
  Buffalo, Oklahoma
  Deer Creek, Oklahoma
  Eagle, Oklahoma
  Elk City, Oklahoma
  Fox, Oklahoma
  Wolfe, Oklahoma

There's A Town Named After A Number:
  Fourty-One, Oklahoma

And A Town Whose Letters Don't Spell Anything:
  IXL, Oklahoma

For The Sportsman Who Wants To Get Away From It All...
  Fisherman's Paradise, Oklahoma

We Even Have A City Named After Earth's Only Satellite!
  Moon, Oklahoma

And A City Named After Our State!
  Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

 Feeling A Bit Chilly?
  Cold Springs, Oklahoma
  Snow, Oklahoma
  Slick, Oklahoma

Oklahoma Is Full Of Love!
  Bigheart, Oklahoma
  Lovedale, Oklahoma
  Loveland, Oklahoma
  Lovell, Oklahoma
  Loyal, Oklahoma

Like To Read About The Presidents?
  Adams, Oklahoma

  Carter, Oklahoma

  Clinton, Oklahoma
  Fillmore, Oklahoma
  Grant, Oklahoma
  Jefferson, Oklahoma
  Johnson, Oklahoma
  Lincoln, Oklahoma
  Reagan, Oklahoma
  Roosevelt, Oklahoma
  Taft, Oklahoma
  Taylor, Oklahoma
  Washington, Oklahoma
  Wilson, Oklahoma

Other City Names In Oklahoma To Make You Smile...
  Bowlegs, Oklahoma
  Bugtussle, Oklahoma
  Bushyhead, Oklahoma
  Frogville, Oklahoma
  Hooker, Oklahoma
  Loco, Oklahoma
  Slapout, Oklahoma
  Slaughterville, Oklahoma

And Regardless What Side Of The Fence You're On...
  Gay, Oklahoma
  Straight, Oklahoma

The Kumbha Mela

I just experienced the Kumbha Mela in India!

The Kumbh Mela ("festival of the pot of nectar of immortality") is held every three years in each of four different locations, returning to each of four places every twelve years. It kind of confusing but here it goes...

An Ardh (half) Mela (festival) takes place six years after the Purna (full) Kumbh in each location.

 4 locations:
-Prayag (near the city of Allahabad, in the state of Uttar Pradesh) at the confluence of three rivers Ganga (Ganges), Yamuna and mythical Saraswati.
-Haridwar (in the state of Uttaranchal Pradesh) where the river Ganga enters the plains from Himalayas.
-Ujjain (in Madhya Pradesh), on the banks of Ksipra river.
-Nasik (in Maharashtra) on the banks of Godavari river.

Dates for the Kumbh Festival 
(every 12 years in 4 locations)
-In 2010, March-April, Kumbh Mela was held at Haridwar in the foothills of the Himalayas...just beautiful!
Filled with people of all colors, sizes, shapes and smells. They came from all over, Rajistan; decked out in their red turbons and saris, and the south...all tan from the glorious sun!

We were there on the main bathing date: April 14, 2010.

The basic point of the Kumbh Mela is for pilgrims to bathe in the Ganges River! GANGA MA!!! at certain sacred spots on certain auspicious days. A large tented city is erected and pilgrims stay at tents owned by Pandas (religious and spiritual guides) and at various ashrams and hotels. Others will just camp on the ground ... Some of these bathing days are designated "royal." On all the 10 major bathing dates, the naga sadhus (naked mendicants) will parade and bathe. We were along the ghat- steps that lead down to the water- and bathed with the beautiful families that performed Surya Namaskar - sun salutation- to the Holy Ganga

What a city Haridwar was!!

Haridwar is an ancient holy city of India, one of the seven holiest places to Hindus. The river Ganges enters the North Indian plains at Haridwar. The name of the city is "Dwar of Hari" or "Gateway to God." It is also known as Mayapuri, Kapila and Gangadwar. Hindu pilgrims and devotees gather at Haridwar to offer prayers on auspicious occasions. The water of River Ganga is considered so sacred at Haridwar that pilgrims carry the water back home- which I did and it is sitting on my alter right now .


The Kumbha Mela was the best moments of my life. I look forward to returning to India soon...and hope to be at the next Kumbh. Hari Hari Maha Dev!

Henna

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a little decoration for the hands :)

Ramana's Garden

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A piece of heaven in Rishikesh. Ramana's Garden is a haven orphanage in the glorious foothills of the Himalayas. Indulge on the best organic salad and homemade vegetarian food, sip spicy chai, play with the kids and buy some artistic jewelry and paintings that the kids make...all proceeds go to their education. www.sayyesnow.org

Love the RIckshaws

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Favorite Part of the Day

Its always either a cab driver or bus boy who makes my day. Whether they are from Pakistan or Mexico...anywhere in the world, it does not matter...but they are not from the US. And most people dont even ask their name or acknowledge they exist...but they are vital to our existance. Ramon, Muhammad, Sammy and Ivan...they all have these small jobs that mean a big deal to their journey and family.

Tonight, when Muhammad picked me up in the cab...I greeted him with "Asalamaulecom" - knowing that anyone named Muhammad (PBUH) must be Muslim... and he replied "Waalecumasalam". As I was deep in conversation with my friend in the cab I heard him humming a tune of a song. I asked him what it was and he said "music from his country". "Where is that?" I asked. and he said Pakistan. "Oh joy! I just love Qawwali music!Especially Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan! He exlaimed..."that is who I was singing" and continued to sing his songs lounder and I chanted along when i could. We talked about Pakistan and the food and music, culture and people...living there and here. We talked about how I just got back from India and he was so happy for my trip there and spoke very highly of India.

What a treat. By the time I arrived at my destination..it was sad to part with my new friend. And he thanked me for being so kind, especially to his homeland.
All I could say was bismillah al-rahman al-rahim!


The "little people" are truly the blessed ones.


Go out and be an American Gypsy! Its lovely!
yalla

The Road Trip to Hell on the Way to Heaven

From Delhi to Rishikesh: the trip was supposed to be 5 hours but ended up being 12 hours.
BUT...not even a million horns, heat exhaustion or bricks thrown in our windows could stop us!