Saturday
Sep272008
The changing of the season
September 27, 2008
We move again, very, very soon. As excited as I am, it makes me tired to think about it. And so I don't. I'm procrastinating nicely.
It's exciting because we will be smack dab in the center (well, kind of on the edge, actually) of a little Goan village, full of lovely Goan people and also many, many international travelers. Hippie travelers. The kind that carry didgeridoos (sp?) and guitars with them, as we saw yesterday when we went to check on our new house.
Right now we are in another village that has large houses that are more spaced out. We've only gotten to know a few neighbors. I know this won't be the case in our new village.
It's also on the beach. The wonderful beach, filled with little soccer players, some trash, many cows looking for friends, the inevitable beach dogs, gypsy women selling things, and tourists who want to take our pictures. I've really never seen anything like it. It's beach culture, but with Indian intensity.



Farther north everyone is gearing up for fall, but we are finally getting outside.

(I would have taken a shot of Kid A, but he was just all over the place...)
It's exciting because we will be smack dab in the center (well, kind of on the edge, actually) of a little Goan village, full of lovely Goan people and also many, many international travelers. Hippie travelers. The kind that carry didgeridoos (sp?) and guitars with them, as we saw yesterday when we went to check on our new house.
Right now we are in another village that has large houses that are more spaced out. We've only gotten to know a few neighbors. I know this won't be the case in our new village.
It's also on the beach. The wonderful beach, filled with little soccer players, some trash, many cows looking for friends, the inevitable beach dogs, gypsy women selling things, and tourists who want to take our pictures. I've really never seen anything like it. It's beach culture, but with Indian intensity.



Farther north everyone is gearing up for fall, but we are finally getting outside.

(I would have taken a shot of Kid A, but he was just all over the place...)

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Reader Comments (9)
A good friend of mine plays didgeridoos, he learnt whilst travelling in Australia and is still besotted with it.... You seem to move so often - any particular reason??
I am married to a wonderful Indian man and we envy you your travels in his homeland.
LOVE that last shot!
I understand your thoughts on moving...in the 4 yrs we've been here in mexico,we've moved FIVE times! we never planned it that way...just turned out that way...as fun as it is to set up house...it is exhausting! i'll be thinking of you!
Jobee, for the last year or so we've been in the midst of arriving at our new home... which involved a lot of moves! When we got here to Goa we needed a house quickly, and were able to sub-let from some people who were leaving for the monsoon. It gave us time to find a place and decide where we wanted to live. So we knew it was temporary, kind of a give and take situation. :)
It looks like we are moving buddies this time. I feel you in the whole moving thing. Right now is the day that we are moving and I am sitting in bed reading your blog instead of getting started. I am happy for you to be near the beach. That is the best part.
Well, keep procastinating. That is what I say and when the day arrives you just get a done.
I love what Mark said - that's kind of what my Kid B did - waited! So moving day was crazy.
Love the pictures!!!! Cannot not figure out who Solo looks like. My SH says he reminds him of what our #1 son looked like when he was a baby (the Australian one).
Thanks for sharing!
Sounds like you are moving to a wonderful place!
Kenya looks so old!! It freaks me out a little that the next time I see them they will be so differnt. It is weird how kids change so fast and so much and adults stay reletivly the same. Give them all another hug for me.
Don't know if this is a double post- I think my last one got lost. It was brilliant and witty and insightful.
Ha!
I just said that your didgeridoo spelling was spot on, and that you should call it a 'didge' if you want street cred with the didge players ;)