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Spent the last few days just outside of a little town called Bundi. Kipling wrote the jungle book there. I am a literature groupie (I'd do unspeakable things with Hemingway if he were still alive) AND it looked like a nice break from the frantic pace of the other, more colorful, cities of Rajasthan we've been spending time in. Bundi was a no brainer.

We've all three been sniffly and a little lethargic with head colds (I held out the longest but when you're spending this much time with another person, you're not avoiding their illness). A day spent lounging on the impeccably kept grounds of the resort reading and watching parakeets play on the still water of the lake, misty hills in the distance, was just what I needed.

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