Adieu, Fort Cochin.

I am sitting in the Ramada Resort after nine wonderful hours of sleep in a soft bed with plenty of pillows. It's like a dream here of another life.

I even had dreams I was sleeping so well.

One dream I remember: My mom and I were going to get on a train here in India and the line was a bit ambiguous.  Mom unintentionally skipped a few people in trying to figure it out.  I said, "Mom, we are back here."  The Indian man who was last in line before us noticed and when we got into place he offered his hand to me.  I took it.  Then everyone in line started to take hands. My Mom and I held hands.  She took the hand of the man who had come up behind her.  We were linked.  Linked to India.  The man who held my hand smiled at me, a deep, knowing smile, a smile that spoke of ages and ages of history behind his eyes.  There was no letting go.

I'm off in a few hours for the backwaters.  Before I go, I thought I'd get my Fort Cochin pictures up.  There's A LOT of the Kathakali at two different points as I went twice and I wanted to document it for theater folks back home.  The make-up process is fascinating.  But, I get it if it isn't so interesting for everyone!  Go Here for the pics.

I hope you glide easily and peacefully through your weekends, as I hope to do here!