Although I know I have no followers right now and no one is reading my blog, I still want to write. So I decided to chose one topic and write about it. So today, an Indian young man was at our home accompanying our computer guy that was here to work on our laptop. He asked me "what do you like about India?" The first thing that came to my mind was "It is magical". He kind of laughed at me because I don't think he understood what I meant by that. So I told him. I think India is magical because of all the animal life we see every where. I think it is magical because of the beautiful plant life, and the big bold bright colors that people wear here. I mean, the women wear these beautiful Saris that are so full of "bling" and "color". Even the women that are street cleaners wear their lovely colorful Saris to work in. I find that every day in India is an adventure. I love the fact that I can walk out of my house and see a few monkeys sitting on the light post of my apartment building, or I can walk down the street and along come trotting a bunch of donkeys. Of course, I don't want to leave out the cow meetings that frequently take place on my street. One day I even saw a goat standing on the roof of a car stretching his neck as far as he could stretch it to bite off the lowest hanging leaf from a tree. I mean...how often does one see that? I have seen an elephant walking down the street, monkeys in skirts jumping through hoops on the streets. I see every living thing share the road with cars here. Not only do we have to watch for cows strolling in the middle of the road going the wrong direction (they don't know they are going the wrong direction), but cars share the road with people (lots of them), animals of every kind like donkeys, monkeys, elephants, dogs, and cows. Cars share the road with bicycles, ice cream push carts, carts being pulled by animals and Rikshaws. I also see many street children begging for money. They tap on my windows and motion for food for their mouths. I have never seen such busy, occupied streets as they are in India. There are always interesting things to see. Every day is an adventure! That is why I love India. All of the above makes it magical. That is why I love India.

Guilty!

Guilty! I am so guilty of being a horrible blogger. I am a wanna be writer...with zero motivation. Thus, I have a blog that I haven't written on for several years. It is pretty lame, but I do feel the guilt. I know that I have so much to share, but I can't seem to make myself take time out to sit down and write. Why then am I so good at face book? I am on there several times a day...posting one-liners and photos and I have no problem doing that. Why can't I sit and write a few paragraphs in a journal each day, and why can't I update a blog once a month? I think it is just because I am one of those who can't sit still for too long at a time with out feeling guilty, like I should be up and doing something else. I always seem to have laundry, dishes, meal planning, cleaning, errands, lessons to prepare and more just waiting for me. I am one of those who has a hard time relaxing, because my mind is thinking of my "to do list". I think it over, tally up what I haven't done yet that needs to get done, then I add more to it, until it gets to the point that I have to get up and go start working on it. So...here is my pathetic apology to all my family for not documenting our amazing Osorio adventures. After all, we live in exotic places and see and do amazing things. It's time to start writing about them. So be watching...there is more to come!