Christmas Break Reflections- Goa, India
It’s the end of Christmas Break, the kids are outside building a fortress, and I’m here inside sucking on some holiday mint M&M’s. We’re like monkeys, minus the eating lice eggs part, picking lice eggs out of each other’s hair as a relaxing pastime. Unlike it was in Houston, it’s hot outside, there are cows and buffalo roaming the streets, and no one, including me, wears deodorant. Sangita our maid/cook/gift from a heaven has quit after one day on the job. It’s been a week since my transition from daughter/sister to mother/wife. Though I had wanted a month in an ashram near here, I got instead a month of reenacting childhood dramas but with endings and hidden character feats I had previously been unaware of.
1- Here in Goa, when the dogs act frantic and the crows caw angrily, you go out to see if it’s buffalo, cow, cat, or ( most likely) the tribe of monkeys that rule this neighborhood. In Houston, at night, you’d never go outside to investigate the commotion, but you probably would check if the alarm was on. During the day, you’d most likely assume it was the Fed Ex guy that my mom and sister stalked for fun.
2- In Houston, I took long, leisurely, hot showers uninterrupted by anyone’s hysterical details of battle number of 52 of the morning through the door. Here, I share my refreshingly cold shower with all sorts of crawling visitors and horizontally-challenged whiny folk talking through the door. Presently, I’m using this divine exfoliating handmade soap from the kids’ market day, but I’m waiting enthusiastically to use my soap gifts from Skin Day Spa.
3- In Houston, my mom’s pantry and fridge provided worlds of delights. Here, we consciously don’t buy much of that (for we all know I’ll consume it) so I’m fighting myself to change my habits back to less sugar, less snacking, and more raw. Though my thighs are bulging like they haven’t in a long time and I’m highly motivated to get back to my toner self, I’m was waiting for the big shift to gently settle on me. Because it did not, I’ve just decided. Thus, the chart.
I. Cannot. Stop. Eating. (But I’m determined to re-figure it out.)
4- There everyone wore deodorant and shoes, indoors too, and often I’d feel confused and unclear about my own natural beauty in ght of all the pampered, make-uped, and high-class invested Barbies around me. Here, especially after gaining some weight and being sick, I get that same confusion in light of women I see as so much more attractive than me. I’m guessing this is something I need to work on, irrelevant again to my exotic zip code.
5- In India, cereal boxes are turned into art posters, boxes and jars into containers, we don’t use toilet paper at all, and every bag is held onto and cherished for dear life. In Houston, everything was suddenly so big, so shiny, so much, so wasteful. In my mom’s neighborhood, right outside of the jurisdiction the city, you have to pay $30 a month for recycling and so… well, I wouldn’t pay it out of some demented principle either. I detailed my initial shock in After 18 Months in the East: Three Oddities of the West. And yes, I started using the TP again while there, but have since joined my family in our eco-friendly ways.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Insanely unorthodox, embarrassingly honest, and on her path towards spiritual awareness, Gabi Klaf blogs about her family’s ups and downs in their now third year of non-stop budget world travel. This family of five has lived with an indigenous tribe in the jungles of Ecuador, hitchhiked throughout the world, danced with drunk Vietnamese at weddings, and hiked the entire Annapurna Circuit trek with a documentary film crew in tow. Gabi writes about the untold sides of family travel life, those moments that take your breath away, adventures and mishaps while globetrotting, and how bits of her soul remain in this small town and off the side of that river. She is a guitar-stumming, energy-healing, ADHD wind-loving scaredy cat. Hugely romantic, tantalizingly sweet, and hysterically funny, Gabi Klaf represents a rare Rubik’s Cube of family world adventure.
We’re out doing crazy stuff and making our dreams come true, every single one of them, and a few more that sort of flew into our mouths while we were smiling into the wind. Should you like what we are doing as a family, BUY AN EBOOK to support us, share this, tell any media source or local newspaper, leave a comment. Your footprint makes all the difference in the world friends. Gracias!
Gabi and Kobi, Dahnya, Orazi, and Solai
And, sweet new news loves: In addition to parenting, family life and trauma therapy, Gabi is now offering Make Your Dreams Come True/We Wanna Travel But.. Coaching too. Engage with Gabi!