After thoroughly exploring Hampi, Ali and I ventured to Bangalore to pick up Mackenzie, spending a sleepless Christmas night waiting in the coffee shop of the airport. By the time we all met up, we were extreme zombies; however, we were able to make up some sleep on the flight to Goa, and the excitement of having three Shriver sisters together in India gave us quite a bit of extra oomph.
We stayed at Patnem/Palolem beach, a pristine, not too touristy area that has the best of both worlds: a quiet, peaceful and serene beach on one side, and the party beach on the other. Our hut was right between the two beaches, and we lived the lazy life, hopping from restaurant to restaurant, pausing in between to read, write, and sleep in the sun. We also rented scooters and scooted our way around south Goa, exploring areas that appeared to have never been explored before, feeling quite high and mighty about ourselves at having conquered (uninjured might I add) the Indian highway system, which does not function like an American highway at all...
Goa is quite unlike the rest of India, many of the people who live there are Europeans who chose the infinite quiet of the crescent beaches to call home. It felt like we had ventured to another country: we could even wear show our knees without being harassed! The five days we had there were absolutely splendid and rejuvenating, just what we needed, and as Kenzie discovered, the best way to get over jet lag.
There is not too much to report along the lines of crazy stories: it was definitely the calm before the storm. (Don't worry, I will make up for it with an overload of hilarity soon). It was the bit of the winter break that was most like a "vacation" and was much appreciated.
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