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Wendy’s World

Introducing The New Princess of Park Avenue

When I first saw the large portrait of the somewhat familiar looking attractive blonde woman from my corner office on Park Avenue and 56th Street, I briefly wondered who she was and what she was advertising. A day or two later there was an art...

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The 37 Hour Journey Home

Our toothless guide in Udaipur took us to a palace that had too many stairs for Steve to comfortably climb and after a while one palace starts to look like another. I was more interested in hunting for my three gods as I’d placed enormous imp...

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A White House in India

I expected the Taj Mahal to be a disappointment. I thought it would be smaller in real life, crowded with pushy tourists and swarmed with wild monkeys who bite. Instead at sunrise the white marble mausoleum glistened, the tourists were well beh...

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Trust and Karma

Our guide in Jaipur suggested we go to sunrise laughing yoga. The only other time I’d done laughing Yoga was I was laughing at myself. After Yoga we bought flowers for Krishna before going to the temple. I was concerned my Chanel flats...

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Burning Bodies

After cruising the Ganges and watching masses of people bathe in the sacred waters I decided it couldn’t hurt to have a blessing. Our guide said he’d take us to one of the best priests in Varanasi so with Jewish guilt I had my Hindu “Bat ...

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Men O Pause

We left Delhi for Calcutta which is now called Kolkata. Steve was a featured speaker at the Indian Menopause Society and I was his bored non-menopausal plus one. On to Varanasi where we checked into a two hundred year old hotel with so many ...

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A Valentine’s Day to Remember

Steve was in so much pain after he did the splits that he couldn’t sit. I was grateful he didn’t have “Delhi Belly” although I had fallen in love with the toilet in our hotel room. Not only did the seat salute me every time I walked pas...

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Acceptance

We left New York Monday evening and arrived in Delhi Tuesday night. I couldn’t figure out the time difference and found remembering what meal I was on to be confusing. I decided to go with the flow. Visiting where Gandhi slept and walk...

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Tripping Through India…

I began wanting to go to India in the 60’s but visions of diarrhea, malaria and trying to sleep on a threadbare dirty mattress prevented me from embracing what I imagined would be my own magical mystery tour. For similar reasons I hadn’t go...

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