Okay, so since I have last posted we have moved to another place to stay. You can see Jason’s blog for reasons why (rats). We are staying at an Indian resort, and things are going much better since we moved. In India, the word “resort” after or before a name does not mean what you might think. It still has many of the defining characteristics of an Indian lodging - marble everywhere, hard beds and pillows, scratchy sheets, shower/toilet combo (which I absolutely don’t get by the way), power goes out all throughout the day. But it does have a pool - which is a luxery - and Rowan and I have been using it daily.
Just so you don’t think we are living it up in some westerner travel lodge - I think we are the only westerners staying here. This is a “resort” that Indians come to on vacation. What does that mean? Groups of men openly stare at me. I try to move through quickly to get to my room. They leave their hotel doors open and televisions on full blast and talk at high volume all the time. It is like being on an Indian street but in a resort. Everyone calls out to Rowan “Hey baby” and wants to take her picture on their cell phone. No matter what it says they have on the menu in the restaurant they only have about half of it. For example - last night we called to get some food, “Can we get the paneer tika?” “Not possible” was the response. We asked for a few other things and they were not possible. So then we just ask what they have, they tell us, we take it. That is the way it works 
Other than our new digs, not much else has been going on. We go to yoga, eat breakfast for hours :), go back to the room and nap or swim, eat lunch, ride around a bit, do internet maybe, eat dinner, go to bed. There is alot of talk about what we are eating, when, and where to get it.
More later. We have to go and get the kid from her last day at her nursery school. We only have 2 more days in Goa, then we go to Mumbai for 1 1/2 days, and then home! Yeah!
