Monday, April 26, 2010
Journey to Leh, continued.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
When everything was stories
Thursday, November 5, 2009
So many layers, so many layers
Friday, July 10, 2009
So that happened
After the whirlwind travel of the past twenty days, I had to escape. So I headed upstream and scrambled down towards the water. There is something different in that river. I was so happy and filled with so much energy after I plunged into the glacial runoff. Plus I saw something that triggered my competitive, adventurous side. Rafting. There were rafts passing by. The decision made, that same night I arranged to go rafting the next morning. Poopoo rapids, but MASSIVE water. Eddies became whirlpools with enough power to capsize and trap rafts. I think I swam--by choice--about half the stretch. Played around with the boat and guides afterwards flipping and reflipping the boat, laughing like a crazy woman the whole time. Hahaha. That night was relaxed; I finished the book "In Exile from the Land of Snows" and met a big group of friends and cousins from Delhi and Saharanpur. We chatted and decided to hang out the next night as well. Good times. I moved to Rasta Cafe Guesthouse for secluded, cheap, peaceful space and got it. I ended up staying for over a week, spending my days riding around on the back of a motorcycle visiting waterfalls and temples, and my evenings smoking up in good company.
Oh. My. Goodness. BHANG LASSI. Hahaha. I had tried bhang cookies and was pleased with my experiences, so I decided to try the famous special lassi. I had two glasses in the late evening. I was laid SO low, it's ridiculous. I couldn't keep myself from falling asleep, that night, or the whole next day, of which I only spent about 30 minutes vertical. WOW. But on a lighter note, hash-chocolate balls? Delicious. Mmmm. But again, only in very limited quantities or it's light's out for me. I would feinitely recommmend trying some edibles to others, but be in safe company and near to where you are staying.
Towards the end I was feeling very restless, so I hopped a bus to Chandigarh, being very sweaty as I did so. The next day, I explored a little of the city that was planned by French architect Le Corbusier. I believe it when I hear that it is India's greenest and cleanest city; the wide, tree-lined boulevards intersecting with massive tournabouts give the feeling of openness. There are cycle/ped paths, too !
While cruising around, decided to check out the Fantasy Rock Garden put together by trash-collector Nek Chand. Using recycled porcelain, electrical outlets, bottle caps, and other treasures, he created this truly fantastical, 20-hectare dreamworld that is only a few steps away from walking through someone else's acid trip. Fun times.
An early morning bus has brought me to Manali. The final hour convinced me there might be some truth to Shangri-La. Himalayan peaks crest the edges of a valley where the glacier-fed river Beas with clearly boatable rapids runs between wind-beaten apple orchards carpeted by ganja plants. Dark wood-paneled houses pop up amongst massive boulders, their many-windowed second stories look so right as a place to call home. A deep breath of fresh mountain air and I'm in my element.
My room and balcony look out over the river from the hill village of Vashisht, and I can see rock and snow further up, where the bright white clouds erupt into blue sky. I'm not making any of this up; it's truly amazing.
True to form, India remains incredible. I find it difficult to make plans, as each place pulls you in, creating a lovely trap of sensory explosion. But I want to try and make it further north into the Himalayas to Leh in Ladakh to see those peaks and to visit with a good friend. My previous plans of trotting through the Mediterranean are not happening on this trip. Have to keep some of the world open to visit in the future, right ? Enough of this. Love you all.
EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE.
Namaste.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Hott
Check-check-check-check it out. I know I've been horrible at updating and that while some may not mind, others find it frustrating. Ahem. So, just thought I'd let you know how it's kickin in INDIA. Feels more and more like normal life to be hopping in tuktuks, haggling, avoiding cows, motorcycles, touts, and camels. Love it. My descriptions will not doanyofitjustice, as I'm not sure these stories are capable of being told. The immensity of experiences on many different levels makes it so. But here is a watered-down version to whet a small appetite for news :) Hope this finds you all well and enjoying life wherever you are.
O.K.
First off:
Ladiessss.
Goodness gracious how time flies; it seems only yesterday we were meeting our new Tibetan families. *Sigh* But on to more adventures. I haven't spoken to many of you since that fateful day in McLeod when the bus almost left--without us. I really do wish I would have been able to say proper goodbyes and thank yous to all of you. You have all been amazing teachers and I can't wait to see you all in the awesome city of Portland. In jeans! Haha. But seriously, thank you for that fantastic month. And thank you to the ladies lugging the extra bags; I hope you all made it home without too much hassle. Debbie and Steph, you ladies are phenomenal co-travelers; whatever personal sacrifices you made on our journey to Varanasi and Delhi, thanks--I know we all were feeling overwhelmed on some level at some point. You two gave me so much more confidence to travel alone and lo and behold, here I am!
Maria, your update was so mysterious! I definitely want to hear more about your experiences. I was thinking of going to Manali, but without a Tibetan "guide" I don't think a smelly hill station is for me. I'm so happy to hear about your travelling though :) When were you in Jaipur??? Love it. Tell me more tell me more !
Asia, I know you're lovin on Italy now that your tumtum roubles are--hopefully???--over. Live it up and get your tan on. Eat as much bread as possible; there's just no comparison in the US.
SO. Onwards. Still in India, will most likely remain until the end of June. If you all noticed, not as many tourists in India right now because it's so hot. So where do I decide to go? To the desert. Of course. My solo adventure started just right, with me almost missing my train because it was leaving from NEW Delhi station, not OLD Delhi station. Thank you, metro. Delhi has grown on me :) All or nothing.
Anyway, on my way to the off-season desert state Rajasthan, happy to be in 3AC. Rajasthan is so different from the other areas of India. Sunday I hopped a night train to Jaisalmer, where I arrived around 13:00. Because they need tourism like the desert needs rain, as soon as I walked out of the station, about 15 tuktuk drivers swarmed, some actually pulling on my arms; not a happy welcoming. But I managed to hop a ride to my hotel for cheap. I'm not travelling in my usual haphazard style; it's been on planned vouchers that I'm hopping through Rajasthan. It is a little odd, but it definitely gives me more time to explore rather than plan and sit in travel agencies. This trip is surreal. That first afternoon in golden Jaisalmer, I finally wandered like I like to do but haven't. The city and area is known for honey-colored stone that glows at sunset, and the old fort, havelis, and Maharaja palace have the most intricate carvings. The dreamlike beauty of the desert was just starting. As I walked into an upstairs private palace courtyard, a massive wind blew overhead and the sky went from blue to yellow. I felt like I was in a different planet. As the huge sand- and dust storm blew in, my little square of sky deepened to blood red and then the sand completely blacked out any sunlight. It was 4pm and as dark as midnight. Dust was blowing everywhere and I wish I had had Steph's camel-lashes. Thankfully, the outdoor nerd had brought her headlamp, so I made my way past slamming windows and doors to the entrance to the palace museum. A small group of workers--all covered in dust--sat in the office, chatting excitedly. They were psyched to hear it was my first day; they said I brought luck because none of them had seen a storm such as this in any of their lifetimes; the oldest there was ~55 years old. A beautiful rarity. They promised a free entrance to the museum if I returned the next morning, which I happily obliged. When the dust settled (literally), I walked out of the fort and started past a covered veggie market. As if the dust wasn't enough, the skies opened and it poured. I dodged under the tarps and sat with a lovely Rajasthani women who fed me bananas and gave me chai. The others in the market--all friends--were laughing and chatting loudly while I snapped photos with them. They said again that I was lucky; it was the first rain since October of last year. Oh boy. Sitting like a queen in bright orange and green Rajasthani dress amongst tomatoes, pumpkins, and "lady-fingers", Gopi gave me her address to send the photos. I wasn't sure how reliable "vegetable market" was as a post addy, so I had the snaps printed; I would give them to her my last day in Jaislamer. Next day I finished off my museum tour and went wandering Gandhi Chowk. I thought Varanasi was hot at 44.9 degrees Celsius. Try this: a cool 47/48* in Jaisalmer. Breezy. Whilst wandering I saw a sign for a Thar Heritage Museum. A private collection, the artifacts were dusty but beautiful, and the owner, Laxmi, clearly has passion--if not funds--for preserving the historical record. After showing me around, we sat, drank chai, and discussed so many topics (including a small book he wrote about Jaisalmer) that I almost missed my jeep to head off into the desert. Most folks in Jaisalmer love to sit and chat over chai about almost anything, even with huge language gaps. It's great. Made it in time to drive ~45 km from town to a little desert resort where a lovely family gave me a simple hut for myself. Clouds rolled in, and I rolled out on the back of my main man, Bubbaloo. The camel. Kind of love camels right now. Perfect, considering secret night-time camel rides figure prominently in most desert love stories. Anyway, out on a camel on some sand dunes, we take a sit-down (they actually kneel and sit!), ANOTHER dust/sand storm. Crazy. Trotting back to the huts, we get back in time for more rain! Surya and his family are so happy, they say I am lucky for them. Feeling psyched just to be in the beautiful desert (~150km from Pakistan), home-cooked food and desert hospitality makes it one experience not to forget and I know I will be back.
Returning to Jaisalmer in the morning, I go to tour Patwa-ki Haveli with its honeyed lattice screens and mirrored parlour. Due to some unfortunate happenings, it was a very short tour.
Towards the evening, picked up my photos (after waiting with the plumber next door (more chai!) for the photo shop owner to return from his nap at home), picked up some bhang cookies and had my palm read all in the same room, and went to present the snaps to Gopi and friends. She was so stoked to see me, immediately more chai showed up, they were all slapping backs, making fun, and admiring photos of their friends. She gave me two matchingbagles--one for each arm--from her own, calling me her new sister. I was invited to her house for chapati and dinner before my night train. I was extremely hesitant at first, but I am so glad I agreed. Her husband, Rawan, pickedusup in their car from the market and we headed out of town to Barhbagh. Another sandstorm made it darker than the clock claimed. We stopped once to see beautiful cenotaphs overlooking a dried lake.
They were so happy to have a guest. Their house is in-the-works, but promises to be a beautiful desert home with a sick view of the cenotaphs, hills, and the most incredible lightning storm I have ever seen. We all sat together in the makeshift kitchen--Gopi, me, her son, daughter, and mother-in-law--and I had another delicious, simple meal with good folk. They almost had me stay the night, but I needed to catch my train, so they drove me all the way back to the station only after making me promise that WHEN I came back, I would stay with them, my new Rajasthani family.
I was sad to leave, seeing the light of my headlamp alternating with lightning (the boy was fascinated by it and it was an easy gift to give), but much more happy about future travels.
Hopped into the upperberth on a seemingly all-male train and arrived in Jodhpur yesterday morning. Ater a nap, decided to try my hand at walking and exploring. Note to self: have some idea where the hotel is before attempting to orient oneself to a map and then following random roads. In brief, I spent several hours walking around in the hottest part of the day with no idea where I was in smelly New Jodhpur. Ah well, live and learn. When my pride was sufficiently burnt, tuktuk-ed my way to an empty restaurant, outside of which I had to fight off a drunk. But good alu paratha! Walked for ages--lost again, haha--through old city where many houses are robin-egg blue. Scooted up to the baking-hot, white marble Jaswant Thada, then to the Mehrangarh Fort with a sick view of the city and a pretty neat--albeit rushed--museum tour. One super interesting gallery was part of the Zenana (women's area), where the women--in a system of purdah--could observe unobserved the daily goings-on of court. By the grace of tuktuks, finally made it to the landmark clocktower and Sadar market, but by this time my leather-clad feet were barking, and the brain was a little boiled. Walked in what I thought was a good direction and was immediately stopped in a massive traffic jam. Not just a traffic jam: drums, horns, flags, turbans, and mustachioed men on a camel! LOVE IT. Trying to take photos made it clear that these folks are the opposite of shy and demure; they were clamoring to be in the shot. It crossed the line when I felt myself surrounded by about fifty boys and men and starting to feel hands all over my backside, so I squirmed out of that situation pretty quick. An awkward dinner at the hotel restaurant/disco; I'm starting to think I'm the only guest in the hotel.
Today, hit up the Maharaja's MASSIVE pink palace overlooking the city, then the saddes museum and zoo known to man in the Umaid "gardens." Back to the clock tower for famous markhani (saffron) lassis, then taking mass snaps of spices led me to one shop where part of Darjeeling Limited was filmed. Perfect. Took photos in the same spot as Jason Swartzman, met brother of the owner of the motorcycle used in the film and picked up some "world famous" Winter Tonic (aka MAGICAL SEX POWDER). Can't wait! Hahaha. Got some saffron and masala tea makings too, before heading to a temple and then getting lost some more. Pretty fun, besides one somewhat scary situation, although I cannot find a henna shop to save my life. I really want to find a place in Rajasthan as I am lovin on the desert life.
I move on tomorrow morning to Udaipur, and then Agra, Delhi, and up to Haridwar for some relaxation in Rishikesh. That will put me in Uttarkhand June 27th.
Some of you have some idea, but for those with whom I have not spoken in a while, my summer plans are to remain crazy and haphazard. Barring any hitches in getting a visa, I plan on flying to Turkey to spend some days in Istanbul, and then working my way along the Mediterranean and eventually up to England, where my papa (he bought aticket--it's on!) will meet me on my birthday! Yay! Super stoked for that present :)
Wow. This started out as a simple "I'm still alive" but when I start writing...whoo boy. Hope all y'all *wink* are happy and well and I WILL see you soon, because, as we've learned, what goes around comes around.
Loves.
PS: Indian phone number: 09621978830
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Ch-ch-ch-changes !
Hotel on the holy Mother Ganga and you can see the burning ghats where 24-hours a day cremation ceremonies are happening. Blessings everywhere, more temples than houses, the city drains you on every level. Second day the temp reached 44.9* Celsius. That's about 112* Fahrenheit for those of you in the U.S. Yesssssssssss. Blissed out sadus and overzealous touts. Made friends with a kid gang; I have four boyfriends and at least one husband waiting for me in this life or the next. Smeared with bindi blessings at a waterside-puja and rushed by a wheeling-and-dealing Brahman priest at the Golden Temple. We were going to go to Khajuraho, home of erotic temple scultptures, but remained stranded for 5 days because all trains and busses filled up with Indians on vacation. Had to catch a quick flight to Delhi instead.
Arriving in Dehi through a swath of duststorms and heat, but in comparison to the dreamworld that is sacred Varanasi, Delhi feels quite cool. Stayed in the Tibetan refugee colony for old-times-sake, ran into Asia in Paharganj, and all of a sudden my next two weeks are planned for solo adventures in the desert-state of Rajasthan.
Seriously. Asia (whose flying to ITALY on Monday morning) and I went to Jaipur and back today and tomorrow I hop on the first in a series of night trains that will take me to several cities in Rajasthan, including a camel safari outside Jaisalmer (near the Pak/Ind border). Camels and elephants. After about 10 days in Raj, I'm going to Agra to see the Taj Mahal, then through Delhi to Haridwar and potentially Rishikesh for some relaxation along the Ganga in the hills before flying out of this beautiful, whimsical country.
And then? AND THEN?!?
I've decided on finally going places I've been yearning to go for a long while. So, the hazy plan is to get myself to Istanbul, Turkey > Greece/Crete > Croatia > Southern Italy > Barcelona, Spain > Southern France > Ireland (via Amsterdam???).
A little ambitious and probably will not all happen, but let's just say that my first solo traveling starts tomorrow.
Here I go.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Long Time
The unexpected disruption inherent to plans made in India held true to form in the first group outing from McLeod Ganj. We had been told of our audience with the Karmapa a few days previous to leaving with the intent that we would have time to research his role in the world of Tibetan Buddhism as well as time to collect the clothing and ceremonial details appropriate for such an audience. However, the flexibility extolled in the program description demanded legitimacy when the audience was shifted one morning earlier and the news delivered the night before. Besides the incredible variability of plans made in India, the hospitality of my host family and the surrounding community was also evident in the time leading up to the event. Not only was I offered a ceremonial kata to present to the Karmapa, I was supplied with a traditional chupa to wear—which my host mother assisted me in fitting the next morning. A chupa is traditional Tibetan garb. For women, it consists of a blouse-like shirt underneath a floor-length wrap dress with more fabric in the skirt tied around the waist. For married women, the outfit also includes a handmade silk pandin or apron consisting of three panels of horizontal stripes, On the taxi ride to the monastery, the difference between the community of McLeod Ganj and the lower Dharamsala could be felt on many levels. The temperature was higher, the demographics were clearly more Indian than Tibetan, the traffic was stronger, and the pace of life was much faster.
Arriving at the monastery, we were shown to a waiting room where our passports were given in exchange for sweet tea and friskings, yes ! We were joining a group of students from U of Michigan for our an audience with His Holiness, and once everyone was checked in, we were hustled upstairs to wait outside the small receiving room. The combination of heat and nerves had a silencing effect on our group. We presented donations and our ceremonial katas and then sat for some q-and-a with a very young (22/23 years old) His Holiness. The UM students asked a few questions that the Karmapa struggled with as they dealt with the future following His Holiness the Dalai Lama's death, a sensitive topic for anyone in the Tibetan or Buddhist world. All in all, he seemed a little disinterested in their questions. The feeling we got was that, faced with a group of similarly-aged American travelers, he would rather, as my friend Steph put it, "crack a coke and talk about rock and roll." He actually said that he was jealous of our ability to up and leave whenever we wanted, a statement which cracked my heart just a little. Following a photo with our little PSU group and H.H., we were escorted out. As we were leaving the room, he started to say something, but then, as we kept walking, I only heard, "oh, you are going." I only wish we had stayed to hear what he wanted to say! Blast! The experience was definitely bittersweet.
A surprise awaited us when we returned from our excursion to the Karmapa's monastery. Back in McLeod Ganj, our trip organizer Lindsay told us that the next day, thanks to the shared past of the leader from the UM group, we would be having a private audience, with His Holiness the Fourteenth Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso. If it wasn't already at this point, this trip hit the surreal. We were unprepared for the question aspect of our meeting that morning, so we wanted to construct an appropriate question to ask, if we were given the chance. The rest of the day was spent thinking of questions--kind of mentally procrastinating thinking of the importance of this meeting to come.
15 May
The morning of our audience, where I could have been extremely nervous, I felt somewhat empty and calm. I had volunteered to take some tokens from my host family to have blessed, and they responded exuberantly, plying me with several prayer beads, pendants, and a few other small items. Chupa-ed, we went to the Namgyal temple, where many Indian tourists proceeded to demand our photos with there friends and families. *Side note: apparently, this country's goal is to have me in as many family photo albums as possible. Space Oddity.
We were then escorted through security and taken to a reception room where one empty chair faced about 30 others. Obviously His Holiness would rather Western travelers sit in chairs and shoes than have any chance of discomfort on our part. It wasn't until Asia and I were sitting in the front row about 6 feet from His Holiness' chair that the nerves hit me. The room became silent, broken after a couple minutes by H.H.'s secretary coming in and after giving us a brief glance, saying, "Relax. He's not coming for another ten minutes."
We heard his laugh before we ever saw him. The UM leader, Garreth, was asked to personally greet him at the door and you could tell by his reception that H.H. cared deeply for him. He walked in, saw Garreth, cocked his head and laughed at him before embracing him. He spoke to us fluidly about our generation and our role in the future, as well as the challenges faced by his people in the international arena, and his insistence on investigations into the reality of life in Tibet was very strong. When he asked for questions, ours came second to UM. Previously in the morning when we had fine-tuned ours, the group had graciously decided that I would be the one to ask it if the occasion should arise. When it came time, I was shaking, but his demeanor allowed for direct eye contact, and he took the question into consideration before answering. During his answer, he consistently kept eye contact to make sure I understood what he was saying. A mind-blowing experience to say the least. After a couple more questions from the UM students, he allowed a few photos with the whole group and then blessed the tray of tokens. We were ushered out and used the rest of the day to process the experience.
16 May
Bing Bang Boom. Big days. Definitely hard to process all these happenings. Following the surprise audience with His Holiness, Saturday proved to include an experience equally soul-rocking. We took a trip to Jamyang Choling nunnery, where we would see His Holiness--again!?!--presiding over a graduation ceremony of several nuns. The energy-sapping heat of day might have contributed, but I feel like I lost an hour during the whole proceedings, starting with the doors opening and His Holiness chanting along with the nuns; the sounds they made would shake anyone. They provided us with butter tea and a rice mix because it is believed that without nourishment, the body and mind cannot absorb the teachings of the Buddha. He spoke for quite some time, and presided over the graduation, a momentous occasion for the nuns. Recognizing the group of foreigners, H.H. actually asked if there were any interpreters in the audience. Luckily, one man was kind enough to translate for some of our group. He discussed the progression of monastic scholars to Geshe-la status (beyond a PhD) and how nuns do not have their own designation of this status and whether they should have one under a different name. I found this out later as I was too far from the translator, but the experience was incredible and I cannot forget the sounds of the collective mantras. A luncheon provided by the nunnery followed the ceremony, but the heat made it almost unbearable and we were much more comfortable back in the hills. Just to keep things exciting, we would be heading out the next morning for an overnight trip.
17 May
Our nausea-inducing drive led us about 6 hours east, through the old kingdom town of Mundi up to Tso Pema (Lotus Lake), a holy site for both Hindus and Tibetans. The story varies depending on the storyteller, but the version my host family tells is intriguing:
King Mundi had a daughter that wanted to marry a certain man but her father disapproved, thinking the man was too simple and poor for his daughter. Turns out this man was Guru Rinpoché, soon-to-be Buddha who would eventually bring Buddhism to Tibet. This was unknown to everyone at this point. To prevent this marriage, Mundi hid his daughter in a cave at the top of a mountain. Passing by, Guru Rinpoché saw her and entered the cave. There, he provided her with a Buddhist teaching and he meditated for some time. A passing shepherd saw them both inside and ran off to tell Mundi. Upon hearing this, the king demanded that the shepherd bring him to the cave and, if there was no man with his daughter, the punishment of the shepherd would be death. At the cave, King Mundi saw Guru Rinpoché and had him captured. He charged two attendants with the task of burning G.R. alive and that death would be their punishment if they failed to do so. Left with G.R., they attempted to light the pyre but the wood would not take flame. They begged G.R. to save their lives by allowing himself to be cremated. He sacrificed his life for theirs and died. A lake formed and he was reincarnated through a lotus in the lake as Buddha.
The lake is filled with fat fish that fight at the surface with mouths open, begging like seagulls for food. There are two monasteries and a Sikh temple (with amazing prayer broadcasts) as well as a HUGE golden sculpture of Guru Rinpoché sitting in a lotus. The second day, we went to the top of the mountain, where we entered the meditative cave and ourselves meditated. Following our meditation in front of a rock-carved likeness of the Buddha, we climbed higher and participated in an incense-burning, flag-hanging puja. The hillside was practically covered with prayer flags at various stages of life and color. I spoke with a visiting nun from a nunnery in Dehra Dun and again was struck by the variation in life; she was 19 and had joined one year previous.
The time at the lake had provided a nice break from the constant barrage of people in McLeod Ganj. Unfortunately the drive back kicked off some time of sickness for Asia and myself which completely drained me of my strength--and fluids--for a day or two. Had to take Tuesday off from school to try and recover. Wednesday and Thursday included classes on the mind, emptiness, and the wheel of life.
22 May
No classes on Friday, so we went to Norbulingka Insitute, a Tibetan school for traditional cultural preservation through visual arts. The institute provides free 3-year courses for Tibetans interested in learning handicrafts such as thangka painting, stitching, metallurgy, and wood-carving. The work the students were doing was stunning. I befriended a fox-like pup as soon as we arrived and she/he (not sure) decided to be our personal tour guide/guard while we were there. Love it. Took pictures mostly of the flora and fauna (foxdog) while there.
Back in McLeod Ganj, began to feel lightheaded and had some chest pains. The night ended very early for me.
23 May
Apparently I plan to become friends with the staff at Delek Hospital, as it seems my body is wanting to try any variation of illness. After some disturbing sputum and a fever, went to the hospital yesterday to discover I have tonsilitis. More antibiotics for me. I really am thankful for the healthcare here. The entire cost of a hospital visit, plus a chest x-ray and medications: USD 10.00
After a post-hospital nap that calmed my fever (along with some meds), I went with my host family to the river ~20 minutes away to do some washing--the water truck hadn't come that day, so no water at home. Again, it was nice to get out for a little breather, especially because my mom wouldn't let me help at all.
A neighbor couple (one Tibetan, one German) invited the neighbors and some friends to a nice dinner, so I went with the family. After the festive dinner, we all walked home and proceeded to have a mini dance party in the courtyard. I'm pretty sure they were keen on just seeing the crazy American girl dance, so after much supplicating and physically pulling me off my bum, I obliged to much clapping and laughter. Just here for entertainment purposes, I suppose. What fun!
24 May
REST DAY. Just hanging around and catching y'all up. Weather is storming loudly, which I love.