The Pride Hotel Ahmedabad
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... but still nothing. Eventually we got to some staircase that rose up from the road and that was it – a route leading to the courtyard. So why no minaret? Well it turns out there were two full minarets originally built but the 1819 earthquake halved their height and hence why you can’t see it from a distance.
So that was our tour stop done, now time to head to the hotel for a rest and a visit later in the evening to Kankaria Lake and the night ...
... meditate, however here I am, in India, in a Jain Temple, meditating quite a bit. I most certainly do not fit the "mold" of a meditating individual. I often meditate on the life that God has given me, on my past, how I can learn from it and move forward, and how to live each day in the name of the Lord. I often meditate in a way that turns into prayer and usually meditate about how God has blessed me so much and how lucky I am to be exactly where I am in life. After leaving temple, ...
... others that simply sounded like pigeons. When I finally got to the bottom-most level of the stepwell, I knew what the sound was: bats! (So while it may have sounded like I was scared of mice, those things have nothing on bats. Ever since a family vacation in Aruba, when we took a cave tour where we disturbed the bats and they attacked us, I am terrified of bats, even when they are not moving.) So I carefully, and very quickly, made my way to the back well to inspect ...
... and popular in this school) and Childhood Developmental Psychology - focusing mainly on the stages children develop with (start to walk and speak, developing an identity...etc) good, but the conversation wound up getting onto a personal track and stayed there for quite a while. It’s not like I have something better to do, I just didn’t really want to be in the room for that.
So the good thing about working so many hours right ...
... and spices that gave the mash a greenish hue. There were mint, coconut, pepper, and other sauces into which the pancake and mush could be dipped. This dish, called a dosa, was one of my favorite meals in India. From breakfast, we went to Yael’s work where I met her coworkers then headed off for the Gandhi Ashram.
I arrived at the Ashram at around one in the afternoon, the midday sun baking my tired and dehydrated body. ...
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- Swimming pool
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- Business Services
- Fitness/Health center