I found my favorite traveling sandals in a box. The sandals that have carried me across continents...across India and parts of southeast Asia. The sandals that were comfortable to hike in, wade in, swim in, stomp through dirt and filth and god-knows-what-is-in-this, muck, in. I carried them to the laundry room; sat them on the floor. When purchased, I was assured that they were washable...
But WHY?
I couldn't bring myself to do it...this washing away of foreign, familiar dirt...of MY India. Looking down I see the red dirt ground in...the spatter of pink and purple from this year's Holi festival among generous and loving friends, the hours spent sweating on a bus through Northern India. These shoes, my dearies, were most definitely made for walking...
To wash away all of this is unimagineable...
Soooooo....the next time you see me and you wonder why-on-earth-she-doesn't-spring-for-a new-pair-of-shoes...
Just remember...the whole story is in the soles of my feet, the rubber arch, the dust.
For those of you who know our Grayce...let's just say this is the lovely antithesis of her usual self...
Aswarthi...our host for the Holi festival...great people who we miss a whole lot! We could not have asked for a better homeschooling group, in any country...
The Story of Holi...come to our 1st Annual Holi party next spring and we'll clue you in.
Grayce and Owen got smart and wore swim goggles, this year :-) Mom forgot a change of clothes....So...I thought it might be fun to post more of India. We have so many wonderful memories and SO many photos that never made it to the blog...
Enjoy.
The Fischers
for whom India was a life changing "moment" in time...
