"maybe away from paris i could write about paris. as in paris i could write about michigan."

----HEMINGWAY/A MOVEABLE FEAST hello sweets! it has been brought to our attention that you all want details. well, we're alive, we're mostly happy, sometimes sad, sometimes crangsty, been sick, been real sick, been sprained. we're trying really hard to like indian food. and in the words of our expert driver, vicky, i'll break down the cities with as much exactitude as he did for us: mandawa-pretty. bikaner-pit stop. jaisalmer-nothing but camel safari. udaipur- nothin to see. pushkar-like chill. jodhpur-blue city. jaipur- the capitol of rajasthan. but for serious, there are no photos that can caption the bulls that almost ran us down in the alley in pushkar, no photos of the expression on our driver's face when we tell him we're not going to see a group of women dancing for 500 rupees when we see them dance for free in the streets, no photos of the nightly roald dahl read alouds or the silence of our thoughts regarding walker percy's lost in the cosmos. we are completely obsessed with the artwork that goes into making the perfect tata mobile and the detail and saturation of color that this country displays everywhere. we've been planning our tattoos and writing our memoirs. we think about home and the friends we can't wait to reconnect with. and as old hem put it, maybe away from india we'll be able to write about it. we do not know. it is too early for that. remember folks, this is a phlog! many hugs and kisses. quin, quin, and ben