65 years ago today, India was freed from British rule. My earliest memories are all from India, when my family lived there from 1975-1980. When we moved back to Virginia in 1980, I felt like a foreigner. India always felt like home in my heart, my magnetic north. I have only been able to go back twice since leaving as a child, once in 1988 with my family, and again in 1999 with a larger group of family and friends. I am overjoyed and so excited to be returning to India this November, to introduce my husband to this country that I love so much. (Thanks to my parents for help making this trip possible). In fact, this upcoming trip to India is what prompted me to start up a blog again after all these years, as I am planning to post about the entire trip while we’re there. My parents still spend a good portion of the spring and fall in India, mainly in Mussoorie, the hill station we lived in and home of Woodstock School. Mussoorie is located in the foothills of the Garhwal Himalayan ranges and is incredibly beautiful.
Our India itinerary: 1 day in Delhi to acclimate; 4 days in Mussoorie; 1 day in Meerut visiting with our good friends the Lals; 1 day in Delhi; 1 day in Agra; 1 day in Bharatpur (a bird sanctuary); 2 days in Jaipur; 2 days in Delhi. We were hoping to go somewhere like Jaisalmer, but with such a short window of vacation (curse you, Army!), it’s better to stick with the tried-and-true. And seeing it with Domingos will be like seeing it for the first time all over again. Happy Independence Day, India, I can’t wait to see you again!