Rose, I love you!

 As I was walking, there is a bike that appears he says , “Hello”… 

Another guy appears again and says, “Hello.” 

I sit here thinking to myself, “Who are all these guys saying “hello.”  

Finally, when I see him for the third time I realize it is the same person as he is wearing a blue athletic shirt and jeans...He was following me on the bike riding very slowly but approaching at different times lol   

He said, “I love you.” And then I continue to walk away… 

He said, “Yoga, I see you Gokulam.” Yoga class.  

I said, “No, I do not do yoga.” He says he is a yoga instructor and I know that he wants to keep talking so he gives me a ride back to his place. We are biking around and he is one of those “shining happy people.” Anything could happen in life and he would always handle it with a smile.  

He kept calling me “Rose.”  

I did not even bother telling him my name as he was so set on calling me Rose.  

“This is the name of a beautiful flower and you are like a Rose.”  

I really cannot make these things up....where are the cameras?  

He is seriously so entertaining as he is trying to remember certain English words and uses these adorable descriptions 

“What is the top with the bottle with the water.”  

“Water bottle?” 

“Oh yes  Rose, this one this one.”  

We stop at a famous place for Badam milk and it was delicious…This is me telling you do go find Badam milk-sooo good!  

He has his strong indian accent saying that he loves Americans and foreigners. He has many students in his classes from USA, Europe, and Russia. He says he also offers full body massages and I clearly say, “No Thank you for that.” He is just really happy and full of joy…he says he lives his life with No tension and no problems and I actually believe him as he just drives around singing… 

I remind him that it is Valentines Day, he should be picking up some flowers for his mother or significant other...this is something I actively do to change the subject off of me and have them focus on someone they like or another woman...any woman just not me! Lol  

He stops on the side of the street and asks the women selling the traditional flowers for the hair if she has any roses. She pulls out a small flower and he puts it behind my ear and says, “Happy Valentines day.”  

I said, “Thank you, You too.” Ok, Ok it was really sweet actually how he did that and then he said , “If I need anything I can call him and he is of service to me because I am foreigner.” Guest is GODI 

I was looking at the moon, looking at him, looking at the moon....hmmm how do all these people come my way at the perfect timing.  

She just wanted to feel loved and that love came through strangers (new friends). Some friends in just a moment, a situation, a ride and some are friends for life.... and that is what makes traveling so beautiful...  

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