Segregation

On our recent trip to Kerala, we experienced the beaches.

We love the sand, ocean and sun ... but we've never experienced them as we did in Kerala.

After sharing several photos with friends and family early on in our trip, we received the common response "were you at a private beach?"

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When we first arrived at Kovalam Beach, our tour guide Sreejith steered us "over to the left", even though was loads of beach right in front of us.

We politely ignored him and continued walking directly down from the parking area towards the beach.  He again pointed us in the direction of "over there" and we all silently scratched our heads, but followed this time.

He led us past laborers working on a new stone railing, past women preparing their fruit to sell and past hawkers setting up their baubles and trinkets.

We walked through fishing boats waiting on the beach for the sun to fall for another go at the night's catch, past maimed and otherwise disabled people begging for money and were met by Balu.  Balu turned out to be "the guy" who would set up our umbrellas, chairs and bring us our towels.  He also conveniently shooed away the hawkers and other irritants, so as to make our stay at the beach most enjoyable.

We soon learned that the section of the beach on which we were deposited was called the "foreigners section."

"Whatever" we said to each other, and plopped down our beach gear.


Soon after our first dip in the ocean though, we realized the huge difference in where we had been led, and where we originally were going to go.

At one point, Tony ventured over "to the other side" ... and soon after we heard whistles from the lifeguards.

A group of boys had seen Tony - and wanting to play - got too close to the invisible line.  They were about to cross over into the "foreigners section."

Now - I'm all for enjoying the beach ... and we definitely had the beach mostly to ourselves.  There were a handful of other non-locals that visited the day we were there, but the majority of beach-goers were definitely restricted to "the other side."

How do you explain that to your kids?  How do you tell a 3 and 6 year old that the reason "our side of the ocean" is so empty and not crowded is because of segregation?

How do you keep your teenager from getting cynical about the "luxuries" afforded to him based on the country he came from and the amount of rupees in his parents' wallets?

I don't really know how to succinctly wrap up this post ... I just know that I wanted to share it ... I know that it bothers me ... and I'm still waiting for the magic words to pop into my head when my kids ask why we get treated differently than those around us.

New Addition!

I've been toying with the idea of rewriting and capturing the process of moving a family of five ... overseas.

Everytime I think about it though, I get an instant headache.  A headache from trying to recall those moments ... and a headache when thinking about trying to adequately provide help and assistance to someone in the same situation.

I've bitten the bullet though, after a crazy number of requests for this information (welcome to you new readers who are about to take on a similar jaunt ... and best of luck as you start this process)!

I've redone the layout of the blog and now have a clickable menu (located right above each post) that will help you navigate a bit better around Delhi Bound.  I'm going to create a "How To" section in the hopes that it will aid in the process for just ONE person!

I'll take my time getting the "How We Did It" posts up ... but to get things started ....

All about Shipping

This is not an end-all guide book.  This will not apply to every situation. I'm sure we made tons of mistakes on our virgin voyage across the ocean.

I welcome commentary and questions ... and I ask for your help in creating something that will be useful and helpful to others ...

Technology is my nemesis

I have been trying to upload a video for you to watch for the last several days.  I'm beyond frustrated because it WONT upload!  Not with YouTube, Picasa, Blogger or anything else I've tried.

It was a classic demonstration of what we encounter on a daily basis.  Hawkers, gawkers, nose picking nad hand holding.  I'll keep trying and maybe can get it posted in the next week or so.

 In the alternative, I'll share a hastily put together slideshow of our recent vacation to Kerala, India.  Sorry, no music, and I didn't even have time to put the photos in an order that allowed the slideshow to end nicely and smoothly.

Oh well ....

Enjoy.

We thoroughly enjoyed our Christmas in Kerala ... with the seafood, the sand, the local music, the service and ambience of this resort, the Christmas lights, Snickers bars, Kingfisher beer and our TIME TOGETHER.

In true Naomi-fashion, I planned (over-planned, quite honestly) this vacation to the minute. An elephant camp, a museum, a "must see beach" that TripAdvisor touted as not-to-miss, etc. was on the agenda. After enjoying our first day just with each other, the sea salt air and our camera, we abandoned our original itinerary. Ripped it up and threw it away.

Our original itinerary was full of sightseeing and places to see ... and we traded it in for sunscreen, straw hats/visors, collecting seashells and flashlight lit walks on the beach hunting for sand crabs.

I likely won't post any more photos of this trip ... as they are all pool and beach pics -- plus, I want to preserve some of our trip's memories as just-for-us. Know this --- this family trip was long awaited ... much needed and well enjoyed.

Snippets and a Merry Christmas!

I have nothing major to share, except that we are thoroughly enjoying a week in Kerala ... truly God's country ... for our Christmas this year.   I'll post photos of our beach trip once we leave ... I hope you are all enjoying time with your loved ones, celebrating the true meaning of Christmas and making some memories!


Our Family Christmas Photo for you all ::

Some snippets ::


Aren't these gorgeous?  They greeted us recently on the kids' school campus ... beautiful ::

 

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And this greeted us upon arrival at the "beach hotel" ::

Tony read it to Mia and explained "the reason it says X-mas is because that's how Indians spell Christmas"

Had to chuckle at that.

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And I rarely share snippets from others' blogs because there are SO many good ones, that I hate to leave anyone out, but felt this was a definite "must share" ::


Be an Ambassador

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This is quite silly, but I found it humorous ...

Ingredients:

* 2 cups flour
* 1 stick butter
* 1 cup of water
* 1 tsp baking soda
* 1 cup of sugar
* 1 tsp salt
* 1 cup of brown sugar
* Lemon juice
* 4 large eggs

* Nuts
* 2 bottle wine
* 2 cups of dried fruit

Sample the wine to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the wine again. To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. 

Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again.

At this point it's best to make sure the wine is still OK. Try another cup... Just in case. Turn off the mixerer thingy.

Break 2 eggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.

Pick the frigging fruit up off floor. Mix on the turner.. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver. 

Sample the wine to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Check the wine. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.

Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or some fink. Whatever you can find. Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over.

Don't forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window. Finish the wine and wipe counter with the cat.
 
Go to Costco and buy cake.

Bingle Jells!

Remembering ... 12/22

Republishing from a blog post I wrote on my personal blog several years ago .... I still miss Grandpa daily as he was the rock of our family's foundation.

He was as a father to me and a huge part of Terran's life during the first 8 years of his existence.  I constantly think that he would say "Naomi, I'm proud of you" and think that this whole India thing was just "cool".

Missing Grandpa today especially ... as we remember the anniversary of his passing after a lengthy battle with a "broken heart".

I will never forget the sweet and gentle way he would express his pride in me.

I will never forget the way his voice sounded when he read from Luke, before we celebrated Christmas.

I will never forget the influence he had on Terran, and the man he is quickly becoming.

I will never forget his steadfast love for my Grandma Mary.  What an example.

I will never forget the morning I woke up to a voicemail from my uncle, telling of the news. I will never forget talking with my mom, or telling Terran what had happened.  I will never forget my Husb making all of the arrangements so quickly so that I could get to Nebraska.

I will never forget having the beautiful honor of playing an amazing song (titled Heartland) just for my Grandpa at his funeral, while my sister danced to her own coreography.

I will always hold dear the cd that was put together with photos of his time on this earth, along with the song, "I can only imagine."

Missing Grandpa today.

By the way, we DID get that watchband replaced for Terran and he still treasures it ... as I know he always will.

The title of my new venture is dedicated to the legacy of our Grandpa . . . you may be wondering why the blog is called Donuts and Graham Crackers?


Graham Crackers and milk - something Grandpa started and something that I am positive will be a favorite that is passed along from my kids' generation to their children, and to their children and beyond.


A day doesn't go by that Tony doesn't ask for gw-aham crackers. Mia has recently started demanding them as well.


(Good thing we have a Costco membership and can buy the boxes in bulk!)


It's been hard to adjust to the realization that Grandpa won't be around to watch my kids grow up. It's been painful to accept that even though I grimaced at the time, I will never again get to hear his explanation of how information is transported through wires, or what diodes are for.


We make a point of talking about Grandpa often - but I need to make more of a point to do it everyday. I think that grieving and understanding loss is sometimes made a bit easier when you vow to remember, and remember often.


Nearly everytime Tony sees an elderly man, he asks me "is his heart broken like Grandpa's was?". How do you explain that?


I am ever so aware of the fact that I MUST keep his legacy alive for my children. It is a duty that I have, that I cannot drop the ball with. He lived a life too full and too memorable to not choose to teach my children about everything he was.


Grandma Mary gave Terran one of Grandpa's watches. It has been sitting in his room since the week of Grandpa's funeral.


I have been remiss in not respecting Terran's wishes to have the band replaced so that he can wear it himself. I always find something else that needs to be done, or a different errand that takes priority.


I am putting it here - documenting it for everyone to see . . . tomorrow, we will get that band replaced. 7th grade camp is next week . . . and he wants to wear it during camp.


I'm so thankful that I had my entire childhood with Grandpa. I'm grateful that Terran had a large portion of his childhood with him.


I'm appreciative of the fact that Tony remembers Grandpa. Even though it hurts like hell to have him ask me why his Grandpa's heart had to break . . . I'm glad he remembers.


I'm also so glad that Grandpa was able to make the trip up to Ohio when Mia was born. I will forever treasure the photo of Grandma Mary holding Mia and Grandpa looking on with pride and approval.


Here's to remembering . . . honoring the legacy of Grandpa.

Serenity.

In all of its simple-ness ... a very serene moment can be had with a bouquet of flowers, a candle and the sun streaming through your window!

This is what I look at when I create these posts to share with you ...

I listen to my music (wonder how hard it would be "give" you a playlist via a blog post??) and I write.

Hooray for the Husb insisting on a house that had an extra room that could be my office.  I'm in love!

Manre

Recently a friend of mine and I had the pleasure of visiting Manre in one of the local malls.  We were doing a walk through for an upcoming event that we are putting together.

After a couple of initial emails exchanged with the marketing gal from Manre, we arranged for today's visit, and I truly expected a short lunch, a brief walk through, a quick handshake and off we'd go.

In the past, when scheduling venues for Rock-n-Tot, walk throughs were simply that ... a walk THROUGH.  Boy, was I wrong.

We were more than pleasantly surprised with a full array of appetizers, mezze platters, main course options, dessert and a glass of delicious wine.  The food kept coming, and the General Manager even stopped by several times to make sure that we had no special requests or dining preferences.

It is ironic, I find, the disparity of customer service. One on hand, one can be told "Madam, I'm sorry, for it is not possible" or "There is no possibility for that to happen today" several times in any given hour.

On the other hand, sometimes customer service is so over the top that it can leave you reeling.

I had Mia with me, as she didn't want to spend the afternoon at home with Shanti.  Of course, she prefers fine dining with cloth napkins at restaurants that serve FRENCH FRIES, so I was a bit worried when we sat down.  She was already whining because her "bellybutton hurt" and I had neglected to even bring her much needed sippy cup of "white milk."

No worries, our hostess exclaimed ... what can we get her?  I sheepishly said "well, if she had her way, you'd bring her french fries, but ..."

No sooner had that statement left my lips, then did she whisk away to the kitchen ... to produce delicious french fries - made on the spot.


We left today contentedly full, with a lesson in French geography (Manre is the name of a small village in France) and a new found love for Manre!

(Side note ... when my friend inquired about a taxi stand at the entrance of the hotel, the marketing manager quickly responded by offering the company car to deliver her back to wherever she needed to go ... now THAT is service!)

Santa knows where New Delhi is!

Sweeter words have never been read ::

Your package is in the UPS system and has a scheduled delivery date of 12/16/2009. 

Location	Date	Local Time	DescriptionWhat's This?
GURGAON, IN	12/15/2009	8:18 A.M.	DESTINATION SCAN
NEW DELHI, IN	12/15/2009	4:07 A.M.	IMPORT SCAN
CHANGI, SG	12/14/2009	11:23 P.M.	DEPARTURE SCAN
CHEK LAP KOK, HK	12/14/2009	9:10 A.M.	DEPARTURE SCAN
CHEK LAP KOK, HK	12/13/2009	3:12 P.M.	ARRIVAL SCAN
ANCHORAGE, AK, US	12/12/2009	11:02 A.M.	DEPARTURE SCAN
	12/12/2009	7:40 A.M.	ARRIVAL SCAN
LOUISVILLE, KY, US	12/12/2009	5:00 A.M.	DEPARTURE SCAN
HIGHLAND HEIGHTS, OH, US	12/10/2009	10:22 P.M.	DEPARTURE SCAN
	12/10/2009	9:53 P.M.	ORIGIN SCAN
	12/10/2009	8:33 P.M.	PICKUP SCAN
US	12/11/2009	4:19 P.M.	BILLING INFORMATION RECEIVED

That is one well traveled box!

With the help of some wonderful friends in the good ole' U.S. of A ... and trusty UPS, the kids will have a Christmas full of presents.


Yes, I know full well that Christmas is NOT about the presents, but I'm grateful that in the absence of friends and family (outside of our immediate five), snow and the typical Christmas-y stuff that we are all so accustomed to, we will have wrapped gifts.

Last year, about this time, I posted a comment on Jenny's blog in response to her asking us to share Christmas traditions ::

ME GROWING UP:

Christmas Eve: We went out for chinese food, or we'd stir-fry and we'd eat on a red/white checkered tablecloth ... we would then drive to see the lighted neighborhoods or attend a Christmas Eve service. Then on to my grandmother's house for the reading of Luke 2: and then presents with THEM.

Christmas Day: Presents from family (no Santa)

THEN ... I got married ... boy ... who would'a known that we needed to somehow combine the craziness of steadfast traditions into something new? It was a doozy, I tell ya!

MY KIDS GROWING UP:
We drive to see the lights. We get takeout chinese food on Christmas Eve and eat it "picnic style" ... the kids get to open their stockings that are from us (candy, undies, socks, chapstick, etc.).

We then sprinkle oats and glitter on the lawn (for the reindeer), leave out carrots, cookies and milk ... and the kids go to bed.

Christmas morning ... Santa has set up a second tree in the basement with LOADS of lights ... all presents are wrapped and under the tree. We don't differentiate between what we get and what Santa gets.

I buy "Christmas Dinner in a Box" from our grocery store so that I too can just enjoy the day and not cook.

(by the way, Jenny has a great weekly menu plan blog as well!)

Interestingly, the kids had a HARD time coming up with their Wish List this year. The USA is DEFINTELY more commercialized than it is here in Delhi!  The lack of constant commercials telling of the latest and greatest toys has left them to only their imaginations ... and as such, requests for things like "colors", "legos" and statements like "Mom, I don't KNOW what to ask for."

We are celebrating Christmas together ... on the beach ... and I've packed christmas lights, the downloaded music cds and we are going to make some memories.  Albeit different memories than we would have EVER imagined just one year ago ... but sweet memories they will be.

Disappearing Act

This post is dedicated to Miss Melissa ... you know who you are.

I've written in the past about the jobs, titles and responsibilities that are attached to being a mother.  How those things define who you are.  How often it's no longer about what you used to do for a living, or how far you made it through your education years.  It's sometimes, pathetically, not even about what your NAME is, as many times you are simply referred to as "Tony's mom."

I knew before we landed in Delhi as a new expat family that my reason for being on this earth was currently defined by three letters - M O M - but had no idea how deep my feelings on the subject ran, UNTIL we landed here and started acclimating.

It almost feels as though you are slowly, slowly ... disappearing.

The things you used to be relied on for, are now passed on to someone else to do.  You no longer do even the miniscule of jobs that formerly identified you as a MOM.

Your ID badges that are required for admittance to daily stops (school, club, etc.) all list me as either a "Parent" or a "Spouse" ... not simply Naomi.

Before I got married, I wore several hats.  I was a single mom (both financially AND physically) to Terran.  I received little to no child support and while chaotic, I thrived at that.  I worked two, sometimes three jobs.  I relied heavily on family and friends to help with Terran's social and mental well-being (not to mention babysitting!).  We got through it.  At the end of every day, while I may have been tired, I was satisfied because I had "done it all."

After getting married and quitting my job, I found myself slowly adapting to my new role.  My new title.  I no longer was the breadwinner and was simply a mother.  I was also now a wife, and a daughter-in-law.  With those two new jobs, came new requirements and new daily things to work on, perfect and enjoy.

With this recent move and since becoming an expat chick, I am again adapting to my new role.  This one though, leaves alot of gaps.  It's as though I'm disappearing ... and rather than let that happen, my instant inclination is to over-commit.  Find things to volunteer for and ways to spend my day.

How do you best balance the lack of required MOM duty (and even WIFE duty) with a desire to find yourself again?

When you're living in a country where most everything is done FOR you, shouldn't you seize the opportunity and do things that make you happy?

It seems to be so ... seems logical that us expat girls should relish in this time and instead of relinquishing ourselves to disappearing, we should leap for joy and make bucket lists galore.  Explore, learn, teach, expand and better ourselves.

Why then ... do alot of the women I talk to still feel over-scheduled, not rested and stressed?  Is it the disappearing act and all that's associated with it that leaves us still longing for more?

As we sit around the school campus after drop-off, or carry in our yoga mats, or get in line at the local "grocery store" ... there is alot of discussion about how THIS time should be golden ... yet we feel guilty for doing things that make US happy.

I'm not looking for the answer ... as I'm sure that for each of us expat women, there is a different situation involved (some have traveling spouses, some are the breadwinners, some have children, others do not, some are here with no departure date set and others know the minute they will leave). 

I'm simply voicing out loud my struggles with feeling sometimes as though I'm simply disappearing.

Empty.

Nothing really to say for this post except that this photo struck me as interesting ... it's a piece of playground equipment near Mia's school.

Are you feeling empty for any reason today?

Zoo... with a view

After Mia and I visited the OLD FORT, we joined her classmates for a fun trip to the zoo.

Now, we visited the Delhi Zoo back when we first arrived, and boy what a difference a couple of months makes!

We didn't sweat a bit, only needed ONE bottle of water and actually really enjoyed our experience!  The Zoo is NOT to be visited (if you want my opinion) in August!

Love that this shot with the rhinos ALSO includes a peacock.  Just hanging out.  Also notice the bird on the back of the baby rhino?  So darling.

These two peas in a pod decided it was worth their while to get out of the trolley (a nifty little transportation around the zoo) to see the bird aviary.

One thing that WAS the same during this visit as our first back in the summer, was that WE were more of an attraction than the animals were.  Since we visited during the week, in the morning, there were loads of other school children as well.  This particular little boy had a crazy fascination with Mia.  So much so that she said "Does that little boy know me already or does he need to be a new friend?"

The zoo is ALWAYS better with friends!

And to finish off the trip, the teachers/Director kindly packed a nutritional snack for all to enjoy.  FUN!

Zip It!

During our trip to Neemrana, Terran and I experienced India's only zipline!


Woo hoo!

Flying Fox operates the only zip line tour in India and it was great!

After a long, difficult hike up to the top of the hill (felt like a mountain) where the Palace at Neemrana is located, we received a history lesson, a briefing on safety and were shown how to use the equipment.

We lucked out and got a personalized and private zip tour as the other folks who had booked the same time slot didn't arrive in time. Lovely!

As usual, I'm the eyes behind the camera, but I promise, I did the zipline as well! Part of the instruction is to teach you how to pull yourself in the "rest of the way" in case you don't make it on the zip momentum itself. Proud to say that outside of ONE zipline where a strong headwind was a factor, I made it on ALL of the lines straight to the platform!

Wasabi ... by Morimoto

Shortly before we left Ohio, I developed a hankering for Sushi.  Hated it before I'd ever tried it and now LOVE it.  LOVE LOVE LOVE it.  Good thing my Husb loves it as well, since I drug him at least once weekly to our favorite sushi spot in Cleveland!

When we arrived here ... in the heat of summer ... it was advised NOT to eat sushi (for reasons I'm sure you can imagine.  Heat + Seafood).  So I was pleasantly surprised to discover Wasabi, a restaurant by Morimoto (my FAVORITE Iron Chef) where they fly in fresh seafood daily from Tokyo.

The Husb and I have mandatory (and much enjoyed) Date Nights every week and recently we experienced Wasabi.  The ambience was great fun, the food SUPERB and the service and attention to detail AMAZING.

After dinner, we sat outside for a bit near these really wicked fire-things (what would you call these?) ... I'd like to have some made for our garden area!

Wasabi is located inside the Taj Hotel and it is gorgeous inside ... waterfalls, sculptures, amazing lemongrass candles and these incredible recessed pieces of art.

We enjoy our weekly get aways ... and while we sometimes feel guilty for the amount of money we're spending in comparison to the salaries of our staff, it is much needed time for the two of us.  We're already planning next week's location!!

Jingle Bells

It's December already. WHERE did the time go?

(Warning : this is a "woe is me" post ... bear with me)

It is NOT beginning to feel "a lot like Christmas" here in Delhi!

The snow is falling back home. Facebook statuses are heavy with "Look what I got on Black Friday" and the "Elf Yourself" videos are already starting to be sent around cyberspace.

Here though, it just feels like plain ole' normal ... and this novice expat mom is KICKING herself.

See ... the majority of my experience with Christmas (the surface celebration and recognition only) is that it is typically 28 degrees and snowing. Growing up in Nebraska and most recently living in Ohio - we are used to snow being a part of our Christmas landscape.

I didn't think I'd miss the snow, the Peppermint Coffees at Starbucks, the obnoxious constant Christmas music at every store you walk into, the commercials on TV or the tradition of pulling out tub after tub of things from our garage storage to start decorating the tree.

I'm beyond upset with myself that for some odd reason, I thought it would be FUN to recreate Christmas in India ... and make some new memories and start some new traditions.

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I left the Christmas ornaments at home and said "What fun it will be to buy NEW ornaments"

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I packed away the Christmas music and said "I bet there will be some neat Indian-styled Christmas music we can find"

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I boxed up and taped the artificial Christmas trees and said "bah, why bother adding that much volume/weight to the shipment, we'll find a funky Indian native tree to use for Christmas!"


The only Jingle Bells we're hearing over in our neck o' the woods is our housekeeper's bangles as she swoops through the house cleaning.

I'm so mad at myself. Christmas is one of *those* holidays that means alot to me. It is "my" thing and I love, love, love it. I have special candles, special mantle decorations, the works. I LOVE it.

A couple of days ago, I got asked, "Momma, is Christmas time going to find us in India??"

Normally the day after Thanksgiving, we are humming along to Dean Martin and singing Christmas Carols, drinking egg nog and putting up the Christmas tree. Normally, by this time of the year, I am beside myself with anticipation of our wonderful holiday get-togethers we've scheduled and canNOT wait until Christmas morning to see the looks on the kids' faces.

I really don't know what I was thinking and am r-a-t-h-e-r bummed about my lack of preparation and my dumb decision making while getting ready to pack up and head out of the snowglobe.

BUT ... I decided to pull up my big girl panties and just figure something out.

Kushal took us to a market where I proceeded to purchase two artificial Christmas trees ("Straight from America, madam!" the shopkeeper proclaimed)



Mia and I scoured the shop for some ornaments (and listened to Christmas music while we tinkered around)



And we set to bringing a bit of Christmas spirit to Delhi.



I'm still working on the missing Christmas music. Anyone in Delhi have some CDs I could borrow to um ... burn? I know it's against all of the copyright rules, but this novice expat is struggling to bring "Christmas as usual" to her family ... no one is going to beat down my door and expect an explanation of whether I paid for those CDs, will they?

Note :: I have since originally writing this post ... downloaded and burned Christmas music onto three VERY full cds ... and momma is now ... HAPPY!

(collective sigh)

"Old Fort"

One morning recently, Mia and I found ourselves with some spare time to kill.  We were waiting for the zoo trip with Mia's preschool and Kushal sweetly suggested we tour the "Old Fort."

Yep.  It's really called "The Old Fort."  Read HERE for more information.


We strolled up the walk and took in the beautiful old formation of the walls of the fort.

I'm not sure what this place looks or feels like in the hustle and bustle of normal open hours, but it was a PURE delight for Mia and I ... as we were virtually the ONLY people inside the walls.

The fort is beautiful always, I'm sure .. but it was ethereal early in the morning with the fog still hovering in the corners of the stone.

In the distance ... nearly each way you looked ... there were more amazing buildings to be seen. One day we'll have to go back and walk to each of the other spots to check them out.

Mia asked "do they live in the walls, momma?"

Literally next door to the Delhi Zoo, the Old Fort should be on your list of "to see" items if you live (or will visit) Delhi!