Dorothy sporting her new frock (swarma) from a shopping spree
Ashley styling in a new top from Aunt Dorothy
St. Thomas basilica (from the Storyteller's tour)......
Chatting in front of the Wharf Restaurant
Our day couldn't have been better. We started with breakfast at LeMeridien and Dorothy and I had our eyebrows threaded. She was skeptical at first, but it went well, and we were both pleased with the outcome. Now we are at Temple Bay, eating dinner after having watched fireworks explode in the sky at a catered function near The Wharf. We sat in The Wharf restaurant watching white capped waves roll in, feeling the musky warm air as it caused the palms to dip and sway and bobbed our heads to faint echoes of Ray Charles coming across the sound system. Vendan drove so fast weaving through blockades getting us here, we finally had a chance to S L O W down.
This place is so nice, so calming. We strolled the beach, vendors hit us up, but we left all of our rupees back in the cottage...shucks. John swam in the infinity pool, Judy, Dorothy and I found our way to the fish pond to have our "happy feet" treatment. How can I begin to describe the feeling of seeing a swarm of fish surrounding you, and attacking your feet and legs. I was the first one in...Screams eeked from my throat...wow. It tickled, I panicked. Dorothy put her legs in...what a squeemish chick she was...so what do you think of the pictures!!! Judy can't wait to show her biology class these shots. Tomorrow morning Bree goes in.
Last night we went on a guided tour by "Story Trails". We visited a temple in Chennai. I can't remember the name of it, and heard stories of Hinduism. We went to the church where they have a piece of the original spear that was used to kill Thomas, the apostle. This is the way the storytellers told us the story...Thomas was there, had been there about 15 years or so and had favor with the king. Christianity was growing and this caused great anger among many Hindu there. He was killed with a lance thrown into his back. They buried his body and I think they said it was the Portugese who built a church over the top of it. Later the body was exhumed and moved I think to Spain. (all that remains in Chennai are a bone chip from the hand and a piece of the spear). The English later built a huge beautiful church building over the site. So there are like 3 places in the world where churches/basilicas have been built over apostle's bodies. Rome, Mylapore (Chennai), and I think the third one was in Spain.
We drove through the streets in rush hour traffic in a rickshaw. Yes many of these carts run on propane gas..nothing like getting high on propane fumes and smog filtering into your lungs...probably a lot like the air in Bejing right now with the Olympics looming ahead next week...(ha). The city tour culminated with eating at a vegan restaurant where we had a sampler platter of south Indian food. It's amazing the way they use spices, hot, sweet...cool yogurts... It was a good day.
As happy as I am with my sisters being here, I am already anticipating this sinking in my heart when they leave next week. I'm not ready to deal with that, to let go. Everything seems surreal. Time seems to be moving so fast. I spend so much time remembering "when" we did this or that 10, 15, 20, 30, 40 years ago. Time seems to stand still, but this old "clay body" seems to be aging...
It began raining as we finished our dinner at The Wharf, and we rode back to our seaside cottages in golf carts. (This driver could almost challenge Vendan the way he raced and swerved on the winding sidewalks). I can still hear Judy expressing wonder at the effect of those devastated by the Tsunami just a few short years ago as we had looked out into the bay earlier that day. Yes, many, many lives were lost in Chennai as well as other places. But the trance of that thought was abruptly ended when I heard Judy exclaim about bugs in her room. (No way!!!) Yeah, way...so they have called for an exterminator. John crashed hours ago, and of course Bree ran off to be in their room and see the bugs since that is where all the excitement is. (John and I are just boring deadbeats I guess who go to bed way too early). Well, Bree came back and reported that four men arrived to spray the bugs and to change a light bulb...I'm gonna leave that one alone. Ha. But get this...I wasn't going to even go into it, but I guess I will. John's company threw a "FAMILY DAY" party for the their employees last Saturday. I hated that my sisters missed it by two days, it just couldn't be helped. Anyway, all I could say was WOW... unbelievable, like totally professional with the dancing, pyroglyphics (?), and the fashion show they put on portraying the garb of each state of India was breathtaking. Be that as it may, as John swam around in the pool earlier today, he told me that he had met a Bollywood producer/choreographer, and as they chatted, he mentioned the fact that he had choreographed the dances for the Family Day affair thrown by the company...Oh yeah, one of his good friends worked for this same company...Oh yeah, come to find out that John has been training his very same "good friend" at work. How wierd is that. We really do live in a "small world".
We hit the mall earlier this week, and only made it to two stores before we had to race out and get Bree from school. Be sure to ask Dorothy about her jewelry. You know she's definitely into jewelry...rubies, tiger eyes. Judy didn't do too badly either. But the point I was making is...as slow as mom was when it comes to shopping...Dorothy is a chip off the old block. We had so much fun. The store owners had tea brought in, chairs brought in for us and anything we could think of that we wanted, if he didn't have it, his side-kick ran out the door to another spot in the mall where it was, and brought it back. This was crazy, but we had a great time, and that is all that mattered. We have two more shopping excursions set for next week, and tomorrow we head on to Pondicherry after viewing a few of the temples here. Time for this day to come to a close...I've gotta crash too.
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