My 21 year old daughter is in India for 5 weeks and has been blogging to keep family and friends up-to-date on her adventures. You can check out her travels at:Morgan goes to India! Warning, her mother doesn't always approve of her language, but the photos are so amazing, I'm going to let her slide.
So, I'm looking at her incredible photos and thinking to myself that never, in my wildest dreams, could I have imagined going to India and seeing what she's seeing, experiencing what she's experiencing. Not at her age, at least. I wonder what makes some of us more adventurous than others? What makes some of us brave enough to get on a plane for 19 hours to sleep on a cot "the size of a Triscuit cracker", freeze in the mountains of Nepal and fret over the possibility of monkeys coming in our window, just to experience what we haven't experienced before?
So Morgan rode an elephant yesterday through a game park and I worked on chapter 23 of my next book, Closer Than Sisters. And dreamed of the places I might never go. . .