I write this at a cafe in Mexico overlooking the glimmering Pacific Ocean. I feel strange to be writing this on a computer, connecting with the world.
Not even 24 hours before the Bus Tour pulled out of Alachua, Manu invited me to hop on. In a spirit of pure adventure, I worked out the kinks in my life and finances and bam, I jumped on.
I feel like I've been in Oz for the past week and a half. Every morning I wake up to a new adventure amidst 50 other youth as we travel across North America.
Right now we're off to dance and sing in the streets of Ensenada, and I must go. Many stories and pictures await.
Not even 24 hours before the Bus Tour pulled out of Alachua, Manu invited me to hop on. In a spirit of pure adventure, I worked out the kinks in my life and finances and bam, I jumped on.
I feel like I've been in Oz for the past week and a half. Every morning I wake up to a new adventure amidst 50 other youth as we travel across North America.
Right now we're off to dance and sing in the streets of Ensenada, and I must go. Many stories and pictures await.
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Dear Bhakti Lata,
I am regular visitor to your blog and I am almost always inspired by your beautiful writing. More than that I am inspired by the devotion that comes through in all the articles. Just this past weekend I saw you at the San Francisco RY and wanted to share my appreciation in person...but somehow could not. Till the next time our paths meet....Hare Krishna!
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