LA Trips on India
About this blog
I have this fascination for India. I dream of dancing through India with bells on my ankles and jewels in my hair. I swirl around hundreds of brightly dyed silks draped from the ceilings of market stalls, "I'll take that one and that one... you do ship, don't you?" I imagine lying on a sandy white beach staring out across the Indian ocean while an ayurvedic masseuse performs miracles on my back. I float down a backwater canal, spying exotic creatures hiding in jungle branches. I draw my henna tattooed hand across the walls as I wander from palace room to palace room. I stare up at an unfamiliar night sky in the eerie silence of the desert, the moon my only illumination. Will my trip live up to my dreams?

