Gretch and I found a very special place. A real gem. Words are not coming to me now as I try to convey the beauty of this place. Simply, we are staying in a family run gustehouse on the top of a mountain overlooking the Parvati Valley. The house is in the middle of an apple orchard. Wheat, onions, marijuana, and peas cover the ground below the apple trees. There are several temples in the village of (I would guess) 12 families. Snow capped mountains dominate the horizon. Cows live in the lower level of the village houses. The houses are made of timber, stone, and mud. They look ancient.
Emotionally distraught. Burnt out. Angry. Sad. Ready to go home. Yesterday had its downs and downs and downs. And finally at the end of the afternoon, its ups. And Ups. And Ups. Parlaying the 2 dollar hotel at the village below where we are now staying, in hopes of something a little less ramshackle and more comfortable, we decided to make the verticle hike up to the village where we now reside. When we finally arrived, joy overtook both of us. All I could say as I scanned the scene of rural mountain paradise was- this is rediculous.
There are three other westerners staying here (I am using a computer down in the village below). A hash smoking hippy German couple. And a Brazilian philosophy student via Chapel Hill North Carolina currently writing his dissertation on the values of luck and morality. All three have been in the village for three plus weeks. We have three days here. Three lucky days. Ahh... I think we are both ready to come home.
Emotionally distraught. Burnt out. Angry. Sad. Ready to go home. Yesterday had its downs and downs and downs. And finally at the end of the afternoon, its ups. And Ups. And Ups. Parlaying the 2 dollar hotel at the village below where we are now staying, in hopes of something a little less ramshackle and more comfortable, we decided to make the verticle hike up to the village where we now reside. When we finally arrived, joy overtook both of us. All I could say as I scanned the scene of rural mountain paradise was- this is rediculous.
There are three other westerners staying here (I am using a computer down in the village below). A hash smoking hippy German couple. And a Brazilian philosophy student via Chapel Hill North Carolina currently writing his dissertation on the values of luck and morality. All three have been in the village for three plus weeks. We have three days here. Three lucky days. Ahh... I think we are both ready to come home.
I think home is ready for you!
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