The Taj. The place you incessantly hear about in school but never actually contemplate why it exists. I mean yeah you know it's symbolic of some love story... or some tomb for the King of India. Heidi had been to the Taj before but I demanded we go for obvious reasons. On arrival we were greeted by this wall of heat. Hear me, India in August. Is. So. HOT. We aren't just talking being slightly sticky...beads of sweat are running races down your forearms. Instantly all the necklaces and bracelets come off. Hair escapes to a necessary bun. Forget the mascara you put on back before the flight, not happening. Survival mode has engaged. That cute insta you were planning on getting? White flags on that one, full retreat.
I hope this picture gives a visual of the constant perspiration. Also, for anyone who has traveled... Can someone please tell me why Fanta, of ALL sodas, has found its way into every mini fridge across the globe?
One cool thing about the Taj Mahal is that we have some of our Grandpa's journals from his previous travels. He was a professor at Brigham Young University and led many study abroad tours around the world. He journaled about every lecture that he taught. He penned every last detail, even down to where the pearl inlay came from inside the Taj. He passed away a few years ago so it was a really cool experience to be able to read the lessons he left with his students.
Here's a strange finding of ours in India: They LOVE white people. They always want pictures. Most of the time, no joke, you turn around and someone is trying to sneak a quick pic of you. If they are confident enough, they ask to snap a picture with you. As the little sister, I thought this was hilarious and posed with everyone. Heidi was not so amused. But truly, wherever we went, someone was always taking pics. We even stumbled across some other caucasian students and they confirmed it. People had been doing it to them all day. White people. Novel Idea.
One cool thing about the Taj Mahal is that we have some of our Grandpa's journals from his previous travels. He was a professor at Brigham Young University and led many study abroad tours around the world. He journaled about every lecture that he taught. He penned every last detail, even down to where the pearl inlay came from inside the Taj. He passed away a few years ago so it was a really cool experience to be able to read the lessons he left with his students.
Here's a strange finding of ours in India: They LOVE white people. They always want pictures. Most of the time, no joke, you turn around and someone is trying to sneak a quick pic of you. If they are confident enough, they ask to snap a picture with you. As the little sister, I thought this was hilarious and posed with everyone. Heidi was not so amused. But truly, wherever we went, someone was always taking pics. We even stumbled across some other caucasian students and they confirmed it. People had been doing it to them all day. White people. Novel Idea.
Notice man with gun. He wasn't down with the jumpy pics so he walked in front of them to make us stop. Clearly everything about a man in camo, with a pretty aggressive gun, was funny to us.
WE OWT