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Day Thirty-Eight: Home Sweet Home

Today’s the official move in day – goodbye Zostel for a long time!

We got a bit carried away excited and had a pretty extended photo shoot of our new home. Of all the places we explored, this one had it all.

Goddess Wall

Goddess Wall

Balcony number one. You can see the fresh produce "agency" (they really mean market) up the road.

Balcony number one. You can see the fresh produce "agency" (they really mean market) up the road.

Balcony number two from the bedroom overlooking the Himalayas, no big deal.

Balcony number two from the bedroom overlooking the Himalayas, no big deal.

Other quirky characteristics of our “block” – and I say this loosely and there are no street signs or distinguished organization to the neighborhood, though there are general landmarks to help from getting too lost.

…a black cow lingers in our front “yard,” aka some dry bushes and piles of dirt and garbage outside our home. Gentle reminder we now live in a strictly veg city for the next two months.

… a building dog to occasionally keep our door mat warm, though not the biggest fan of the daily doorman.

…on the third floor of the apartment (directly overhead) is a beauty parlor in case Wylie ever needs a beard trim.

…on the ground floor is an ayurvedic center run by our landlords, the universe’s way to tell me I won’t get sick again in India maybe?

…around the corner from the apartment is a yoga ashram started by a Canadian-Indian couple. Good vibes from their website, but haven’t made an in-person visit yet.

Though we haven’t had to sign a lease, the landlords have asked we pay for the full two months in advance. All this has been a bit complicated because of the recent prime minister order to create new 500 and 1000 rupee notes, making all existing papers unusable in all cash business run operations. This must be India’s wake up call to think twice about corrupt under the table practices, incurring a heavy tax on locals who exchange large sums of money. Our landlords like the prime minister, as he seems to be in favor of directing money to help the lower class.

Having to be sparse with our cash spending today, we decided to wander the main road to see about fresh produce and household supplies. Stumbled on all sorts of dry beans for protein substitutes, organic eggs (learning we don’t need a fridge to keep them in as India’s approaching winter), soy sauce, pastas and lots of good sauces. We have one induction plug-in hot plate, which I’m sure will bring on some kind of learning curve, but nevertheless psyched to start cooking our own food.

Ayurvedic food called Vegetable Upa for lunch.

Ayurvedic food called Vegetable Upa for lunch.

I then spent the rest of the afternoon workshop land – a women’s workshop free intro followed by a raw cacao ceremony (led by a native New Yorker) featuring kundalini breath work, ecstatic dance, contact improv and a gong meditation. I’m particularly curious about the women’s workshop more so for being in the company of awesome ladies coming together to work through blockages and heal. Anoushka, the teacher, spends 5 months out of the year living in Rishikesh with her boyfriend and together they opened up a space called Happy Ganesha Hall leading all sorts of cool workshops. With an already diverse background in tantra and family constellation, this women’s workshop was her new baby and she was rolling it out now for the first time.

I’m totally aware of how new age this all sounds, but when you get a whole healing community together in the Himalayas by the holy Ganga River, there’s an energy that’s impossible to ignore. The world right now could use some of this, and for that, I’ll be sending lots of healing energy home.

Tiffany Wen