The first few days...

I arrived bleary eyed and confused at the retreat, which is a sight for sore eyes. My driver found me by holding up a sign with my name on it at the teeny airport in Coimbatore. It was just like the movies! We jumped into his van and sped away on a two hour trip through several small towns, stopping for coconut water and a tea for him. Sorry, I did not catch his name but he did a fantastic job dodging monkeys and other mammals on the drive up the winding hills. I arrived early afternoon to check in, which was interesting as the owner insisted I write my father's or husband's name on the sign in paperwork. When I explained my father had passed away and I had no husband he insisted anyway, so I signed.A little glimpse into the workings of India. As my seat companion Akshay explained to me on our long flight to Mumbai, to analyze too much will ruin your Indian experience. Also, things happen on their own time here and might have no rhyme or reason This will be my lesson in acceptance and rolling with the unexpected.