A Proposal,An Exotic Dancer & a tryst with religion.
10 months later is not the perfect time to write a
travelogue,especially for someone like me who is blessed with a short memory
span(forgetfulness makes me less nastier to the world :D) but to tell the
truth,it never even occurred to me that my ten days and 11 nights, or wait was
it the other way?, in a foreign land is all I needed to think of for
inspiration to blabber like usual.Now thtat I know there are a few of you out
there who read this nonsense without me having to force them :D(my blog view is
999!,yes I know I am gloating but hey, every girl is allowed her moment of ‘head
in the clouds’)is good wnough
encouragement for me to continue to drone on!
My first passport stamps,my first international flights,my first soujourn out of the country,that trip had lots of firsts for me.
Yes its
sadly true that the first person to ask my hand in marriage to my parents was
actually a very charming Israel-ian shop keeper :D the fact that I steadfastly refused
to spare my dollars must have made him realize I am a catch ;) anyway, the 18yr
old super model look alikes on the streets with machine guns and impecaably
maintained roads,tall rising buildings,beautifully maintained historical sites
were not exactly what I had in mind when I thought if Israel. To say I was
surprised with the friendliness the people showed to tourists would be an
understatement.
My parents have made me (yes it was made me,I used to hate Sundays!)
go to church since before I can remember,but when you do something all your
life u continue doing it without any pressure,I guess that's why they say u grow
in faith ;) but to actually see the places where jesus was
born,raised,taught,crucified opens your faith up in totally new and brighter
way. To be actually on Gailelea sea, to actually eat Peter’s fish,to feel the
cold of the marble on which he was laid to rest after crucification is all an
experience which I would recommend to any half- doubting Christians out there J
For those who have
had the pleasure (or pain,depending on who s looking :D )of seeing me talk or
have a conversation about something I feel strongly feel about (be it happiness
or anger or frustration or sadness)will know what iam talking about when I say I
need gestures and expressions to actually make you realize what I am trying to
say :D
Oh yes,I haven’t forgotten the exotic dancer ;) when you go to Egypt,that
too especially, on a package tour you are bound to have an exotic dancer with Arabian
music. What would be surpsrisin to you guys out there was that she was atleast
in her late 30s and not exactly thin and also that her husband was dancing with her
:D so watching our poor mallu mummies and daddies (didn I mention in a grp of
28 there were only 3 of below 50?!!!) get hot with embarrassment and look away
was more funny than actually seein the ‘belly dance’. The best of that night
was the 79yr grandpa who danced with her while all the mothers thought they d
rather be in hell right then than in Holy Land ;)
PS- The rooms I got to stay in and continental break fast I had
every day made me rethink whether to run away with the Israeli shop keeper
after all also ;)
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