^ To my delight, my garden was going great guns. These clematis blooms cast their lovely spell on me; I stepped outdoors to set my suitcase in the sun for an airing out, caught a glimpse of their pinky-purple perfection, and the next thing I knew, I was yanking weeds for all I was worth.
^ And I was inspired to make my own chicken curry, which I had been dreaming of during many a curry-filled meal in India. Oh sure, give me the rice and curry, but don't skimp on the veggies, hard-boiled egg and chopped peanuts. And I'll take a double helping of that naan.
But these domestic pleasures, lovely as they were, lasted only a hot minute. Because within forty hours, I repacked my bags, grabbed my passport, and headed out the door once again.
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