I had the privilege of being here while Mother (as everyone calls her… ) turned 84. Pic of her at the bottom of gallery.
She is so incredibly sweet, one of those cute old ladies you want to squeeze tightly but should not as they are so frail.
We had cake and a spread over palm-leaves. I had to pay respects and eat with my fingers. interesting that in some cultures that would be considered bad table manners, here, on a special occasion is a MUST.
Visited Garavayoor at night which took my breath away, once again.
The colors, the lights,….. Enjoy the photos, almost like being here with me minus the smells and sounds.
I had my colon completely cleaned out today. It wiped me out.
It was a “special treatment”… with good results.
I have been teaching my caretaker Jafer, Ayurvedic cooking. He claims he has never cooked before, (only started 2 months ago as he kitchen sfaff went on holidays) yet his cuisine is divine. What is it with this Indians, they all can cook well and sing a few tunes. Guess is in their blood.
There seems to be festival upon festival here.
Big one on the 18th.
One last thing I want to mention that I forgot on a previous post, is the way the village people live. Utter cleanliness and order. There is no cement or walkways here. The impeccable red earth serves as their red carpet.
Have grand respect for them.
They live in simplicity and lack nothing.