After 36 hours of travel time, we finally arrived in India. Hot, humid, tropical plants, palm trees and a light breeze. Not what I expected, but good for me, I love the weather!
Upon our arrival, one of the monks greeted us at the airport exit. He was hesitant to shake our hands, but my boisterous personality didn’t allow for much more. When we hopped into the taxi, I asked if I could remove my sweater. He giggled, bobbled his head and said, “yes mad’dam. Of course.”
But much to his surprise, I was wearing a tank top. The monk very quickly asked me to put my jacket back on. I have already broken rule #1: all women must be covered to their ankles, over their mid-drifts and shoulders at all times.
An hour later, in the back of the slow moving taxi, with need for sleep weighing down my eyes, I placed my head on my fiances shoulder, intertwined fingers and began to doze off. The monk kindly, but quickly informed us that any form of public affection is forbidden. (Rule #2: no PDA. Culver colleagues, this should remind you of our Culver days).
Without thinking, after creating some physical distance between Kailen and I, minutes later, I stretched my cramped legs by placing them across Kailens thighs (toward the knee region of course). This time, I just got the head shake and a look. “Opps!” It has become very clear to me that I’m clearly a bad ashrami and I haven’t even made it to the Ashram!
But odd that I have also seen 3 men in the last 3 miles peeing on the side of a major highway/road. Interesting disparity.