To the Village We Go

Rashid was someone I met through another friend in Kerala and he invited me to visit Wayanad, which is the biggest tourist destination in India and pretty much like a slice of heaven. It is a place I would retired and buy a house, but I think a lot of people have that same idea. He picked me up in his AC car with a water bottle, which was so refreshing because it was so hot that day, but the views were so beautiful.

We started our drive to his farm house, which was near to many nice hotels and villas. We went to a hotel for lunch, had fish curry…omg perfect fish curry, rice, and chapati....he was really nice company as we had a lot of talk about…he was a very opinionated Muslim guy, but very educated and aware of his words. He had his construction business, a house, a second house, a car, a bike, 3 girls…everything seemed to be lined up for him… 

He expressed his uttermost love for his family, but quickly changed the subject saying he had one good daughter and one bad.

"Well one daughter is very challenging and she needs to get her attitude better." He said that his wife knew her place and she would never go to work. Even if he died, she would never go to work that was his firm cultural/religious belief. Some Muslim men are very traditional and they have bold opinions on women's lifestyles and roles in the household. This is where I actively listen and do not respond.

After our lunch with the magnificent view, he then took me to the nearby water falls and we trekked up to the top with each other. All the Indians were playing in the water so innocently…and he ran into a group of people he knew from the local town.

He dropped me off at the farm and was literally spoiling me…showed me the top floor of the house and the bottom floor and let me choose. He then gave me a fresh coconut, fresh cacao from the plant, and was making well water, he called it, “Herbal water.” for me to drink and putting it into bottles. He seemed a bit worried about me staying there alone, but I told him I would be fine.

This was his vacation home as he lived about an hour away with his family who I ended up meeting and that was one of the most beautiful days in Kerala....wonderful family

I am always fine no matter where…no fear God is always here.

He has his helper there who comes by every day to check on things and lives at the bottom of the hill. He is very nice and very kind wearing the traditional lunga, but looking very sharp. I was enjoying myself waking up to roosters and the sunrise. I would do my yoga on the top floor and sleep in the bottom floor room. The moon was so bright every night and I would stare up wondering if HE was looking at the same moon thinking of me(Mr.India).

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