Where Are My Shoes?

October 7th, 2011

I wrote this awhile back and am just posting now... Anticipation for the inspiration to rightfully name my blog has finally come to an end. It was not my intention to title this journey with such an utterly obvious name, it was just that with little expectation of what it would actually be like in India, I went for a name that covered all bases. However, after venturing out on a few journeys, and even just reflecting on daily life at the farm a name for my blog has finally hit me. “Where are my shoes?” Seems to be the overarching question that has followed me around India so far. From somehow managing to fall asleep on bumpy bus rides, to areas where my shoes aren't allowed such as temples and cleaning rice, to even being pulled up on stage to dance with Rajasthani dancers, I always seem to end each day with asking at least once... “Where are my shoes?” My shoes are a very important part of my time in India. They are my defense against cow dung and other unknown street articles, and have gotten me through those unexpected hikes when attending weddings. But don't worry Mom, I haven't lost them, yet :)