Coming Home

My seventh trip to India is over. I'm quite exhausted. We worked 12 days in a row up to twelve hours daily, not including travelling. Luckily, we had a decent hotel, The Taj West End, a ***** deluxe. Unfortunately, these kind of houses are completely overstaffed. On the way to breakfast, your are greeted by more than a docent of them. If you dare to care anything bigger than a stamp, each of them tries to carry it for you. One of the better experiences was a waiter knocking at my door at 10pm asking if I care for some leftovers:



Or complimentary wine in the room. Or the laundry brought back with a rose in a nice basked*:



But all these is nothing compared to coming home into Toño's arms. There were flowers everywhere. The fridge was stocked with delicacies. On the table was a bottle of vintage champagne and plate with freshly picked berries and apricots:



The first meal was Crema de elote. Despite the heat wave, Toño managed to take perfect care of my plants. Especially the chiles and the tomatillos are flourishing:



It will be hard to leave for my next trip**.

* On the other side, everything (even undies, socks & wife-beaters), was single wrapped and in a cellophane bag. It took hours just to unpack a daily set of clothes (change daily and keep friends!).
** By the way. I'm back into Frequent Traveller status at Star Alliance. It's always good to have some privileges.
***** read "Five Star".