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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DR309cSp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829118926388552388</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:36:16.369-06:00</updated><title>My Journey Adventures</title><subtitle type="html">This is about my travels to India to get my niece...and beyond!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829118926388552388/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469178547388486346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SuCgepk517I/AAAAAAAAABY/c0vv6KsGkz8/S220/Me.bmp" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MyJourneyAdventures" /><feedburner:info uri="myjourneyadventures" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ARnw5eCp7ImA9Wx5bEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829118926388552388.post-3153948485553903296</id><published>2010-10-27T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:04:07.220-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-27T10:04:07.220-05:00</app:edited><title>Paris - my new love</title><content type="html">Well, I'm back and can't wait to start planning my next trip to Paris.&amp;nbsp; I'll add some pictures later today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;
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Ahead of leaving for Paris, I had several people ask about the strikes in France.&amp;nbsp; And, when I was at O'hare, I had someone ask if I was going to Paris.&amp;nbsp; She told me that her car couldn't get into the airport because of a blockade.&amp;nbsp; She had to walk the last mile&amp;nbsp;and a half to the airport.&amp;nbsp; I saw no evidence of the strikes.&amp;nbsp; Plenty of people were talking about it, but I didn't experience anything negative because of it.&amp;nbsp; It turns out that the biggest effect the strikes were having while I was there was the ability of the fuel trucks to get the fuel out of the refineries to the stations.&amp;nbsp; I didn't ride in one vehicle the whole time I was there that required fuel.&amp;nbsp; I walked &amp;amp; took the Metro, so therefore, I was not impacted at all.&amp;nbsp; You have to love the scare tactics of the media&amp;nbsp;that we've all become accustomed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, that said, on to the trip!&lt;br /&gt;
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When I landed, I managed to get myself from the airport to the Champs Elysee by myself via the Metro.&amp;nbsp; I had a couple of hours before I was meeting up with Tricia, but since I had my suitcase with me, I didn't do much.&amp;nbsp; I did grab some coffee and then lunch at a McDonald's and managed to order correctly&amp;nbsp;in French and get exactly what I had asked for.&amp;nbsp; That certainly raised my confidence level!&lt;br /&gt;
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Tricia&amp;nbsp;and I met up and she took me down the street a bit to this gorgeous tea house that sells all sorts of beautiful (almost too pretty to eat) pastries and sweets.&amp;nbsp; She told me that this was a special treat for me and I wasn't going to get to order for myself.&amp;nbsp; She'd take care of it as a welcome, but she wanted me to see the&amp;nbsp; shop.&amp;nbsp; Well, let me tell you, she was right.&lt;br /&gt;
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We then went to her English classes she was teaching and I got to participate with the students and see her in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-3153948485553903296?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, I fly out today to Paris!&amp;nbsp; Hooray!&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited. I have no definite plans other than meeting up with Tricia tomorrow afternoon to get the keys to her place and attending a wedding on Saturday afternoon sometime.&amp;nbsp; When she comes home from work tomorrow, hopefully I'll be well rested to do whatever we do for the next few days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I'll try to post as I'm there, but don't know how easily I'll be able to get online (or how much time I'll have either).&amp;nbsp; But, I'll definitely do some journalling and take lots of pictures that I'll post when I get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-4235346356267288787?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I get to stay with a friend and have my own personal guide to Paris.&amp;nbsp; She's lived there for several years, is fluent in French, and knows a lot of people/places.&amp;nbsp; I'm honestly most excited about getting to spend time with her and seeing her world.&amp;nbsp; I know that this will be better than any trip I would be doing alone.&amp;nbsp; Other than attending the wedding of a friend of hers, I have no definite plans for this trip.&amp;nbsp; So, with it being almost completely up-in-the-air, it should be truly relaxing and enjoyable for a vacation.&amp;nbsp; (I'll likely&amp;nbsp;come back wishing I had stayed longer)&lt;br /&gt;
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And something else I'm contemplating...expanding my blog.&amp;nbsp; I have future plans in the works that I think are going to be quite an adventure.&amp;nbsp; So, my blog name is appropriate.&amp;nbsp; My life journey will be an adventure.&amp;nbsp;I'm still&amp;nbsp;just thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes in everyday life, things seem boring to me, but when I think back, I realize it's still pretty exciting and bit out of the ordinary for quite a few people.&amp;nbsp; So, I may be doing more posting and expanding topics away from just my travels.&amp;nbsp; So, come back (and to those just stopping by, welcome)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-1954765283232279099?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxGlRUBKpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kRphtmWw-rk/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa seeing his granddaughter for the 1st time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxGeiPzpMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8DVjI0fQYI0/s1600-h/IMG_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412278342595617986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxGeiPzpMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8DVjI0fQYI0/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac seeing daddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxGVglKrrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aDOHYzO4III/s1600-h/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412278187529514674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxGVglKrrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aDOHYzO4III/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was SO excited, we couldn't get out of the van right away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxGL5jzAGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uHJEl8btpCo/s1600-h/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412278022435962978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxGL5jzAGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uHJEl8btpCo/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac saying 'hi' to mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxGDH7RYlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W6T8Tk-U4PI/s1600-h/IMG_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412277871673696850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxGDH7RYlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W6T8Tk-U4PI/s320/IMG_1151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac checking out his new sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxF7kB7OfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wHUK1qbMhkU/s1600-h/IMG_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412277741778844146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxF7kB7OfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wHUK1qbMhkU/s320/IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew checking out his new sister (she seems pretty excited!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxFwbP5GrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EnIGHglCkjI/s1600-h/IMG_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412277550442945202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxFwbP5GrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EnIGHglCkjI/s320/IMG_1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished family at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxFlSf31FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VYQl9zTLIjM/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412277359115490386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxxFlSf31FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VYQl9zTLIjM/s320/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew feeding Keira (his expression was funny, he was impressed that she ate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-6854827100436512106?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qqrmBJqFgt7fdsdOJ6C-sWAZhrY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qqrmBJqFgt7fdsdOJ6C-sWAZhrY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyJourneyAdventures/~4/tBcsub7QxYo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1155708050308532096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-in-delhi-pics.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829118926388552388/posts/default/1155708050308532096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829118926388552388/posts/default/1155708050308532096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyJourneyAdventures/~3/tBcsub7QxYo/last-day-in-delhi-pics.html" title="Last day in Delhi pics" /><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469178547388486346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SuCgepk517I/AAAAAAAAABY/c0vv6KsGkz8/S220/Me.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxiFYrEYISI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Kjzz-6YGsZw/s72-c/IMG_1025.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-in-delhi-pics.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08EQ34_fip7ImA9WxNaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829118926388552388.post-3250429165303329989</id><published>2009-12-01T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:43:22.046-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T20:43:22.046-06:00</app:edited><title>Taj Mahal Pictures</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXRXyu8LQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A7eFItzdR7o/s1600/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410460734041369858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXRXyu8LQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A7eFItzdR7o/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin &amp;amp; the big-bellied bhuda at the Indian Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXRJUwh8XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ts7_iJr98Rk/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410460485476807026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXRJUwh8XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ts7_iJr98Rk/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSvQvUGUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uSGVIaY9J4w/s1600/IMG_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to Agra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSvQvUGUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uSGVIaY9J4w/s1600/IMG_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410462236744620354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSvQvUGUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uSGVIaY9J4w/s320/IMG_0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taj Mahal (yes, the actual one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXRJUwh8XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ts7_iJr98Rk/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSmbFmGfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T86q2VkLqK0/s1600/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSmbFmGfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T86q2VkLqK0/s1600/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410462084903606770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSmbFmGfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/T86q2VkLqK0/s320/IMG_0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSbcaq6FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QkpUURwlBHo/s1600/IMG_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410461896281876562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSbcaq6FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QkpUURwlBHo/s320/IMG_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSRBO5soI/AAAAAAAAAF0/05gQBQ4y3EA/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410461717186065026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSRBO5soI/AAAAAAAAAF0/05gQBQ4y3EA/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rod, Colin, Keira, Michelle &amp;amp; I at the Taj (the guide took the picture, that's why its crooked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSG2WEOjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6AIVQS7dQ0Q/s1600/IMG_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410461542464633394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXSG2WEOjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6AIVQS7dQ0Q/s320/IMG_0946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss cutie pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXR-3JuBbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SsuI54a3kfg/s1600/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410461405242328498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXR-3JuBbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SsuI54a3kfg/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother &amp;amp; sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXR1idsMqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OsXSWlQylJE/s1600/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410461245070127778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXR1idsMqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OsXSWlQylJE/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful in-lay work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXRskTAJJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/i3zptBORd0U/s1600/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410461090943345810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXRskTAJJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/i3zptBORd0U/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin the maharaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-3250429165303329989?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZezKPdw3vhX4OWdqLwnVTYs2NVY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZezKPdw3vhX4OWdqLwnVTYs2NVY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyJourneyAdventures/~4/u0sTyU01-_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3250429165303329989/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/taj-mahal-pictures.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829118926388552388/posts/default/3250429165303329989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6829118926388552388/posts/default/3250429165303329989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyJourneyAdventures/~3/u0sTyU01-_w/taj-mahal-pictures.html" title="Taj Mahal Pictures" /><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00469178547388486346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SuCgepk517I/AAAAAAAAABY/c0vv6KsGkz8/S220/Me.bmp" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxXRXyu8LQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A7eFItzdR7o/s72-c/IMG_0868.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/taj-mahal-pictures.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MARH87eSp7ImA9WxNaFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6829118926388552388.post-9154845386082974800</id><published>2009-12-01T07:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:50:45.101-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T07:50:45.101-06:00</app:edited><title>Kolkata pictures</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUeycuiKiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AX1zThA2cXg/s1600/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410264379409181218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUeycuiKiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AX1zThA2cXg/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping in the market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUelepkT_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kUHVQWTyrKY/s1600/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410264156586921970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUelepkT_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kUHVQWTyrKY/s320/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Colin waiting patiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUeWpksK4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/epnGi05gJrk/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410263901821217666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUeWpksK4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/epnGi05gJrk/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUeMelpf-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/gwNdHXXrfI8/s1600/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410263727073755106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUeMelpf-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/gwNdHXXrfI8/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope Home Calcutta - an orphanage that we visited (Rod &amp;amp; Michelle's church supports several children in this home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUeCglHnxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/brknagAXXpE/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410263555809713938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUeCglHnxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/brknagAXXpE/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the classrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUd65W5ZUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uWfHqdjdnCg/s1600/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410263425021994306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUd65W5ZUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uWfHqdjdnCg/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a concert that the children put on for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUduYDkn_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6US-MPcRvKI/s1600/IMG_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410263209924141042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxUduYDkn_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6US-MPcRvKI/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin singing his own composition during the concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-9154845386082974800?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxJ5Gcl6F2I/AAAAAAAAADc/a0kEw1AOvbE/s320/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking into the orphanage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxJ5N2IjZEI/AAAAAAAAADk/ArnkoOTiLZ0/s1600/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409519381202035778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxJ5N2IjZEI/AAAAAAAAADk/ArnkoOTiLZ0/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding Keira for the first time (proud big brother!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxJ5eAn196I/AAAAAAAAADs/sR5eZlnDnZw/s1600/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409519658895538082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxJ5eAn196I/AAAAAAAAADs/sR5eZlnDnZw/s320/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxJ5lkaLUnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jsd8-NFvpwI/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive back to the hotel from the orphange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxJ5lkaLUnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jsd8-NFvpwI/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409519788760978034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxJ5lkaLUnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jsd8-NFvpwI/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politcal rally that made the trip back to the hotel twice as long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxJ54DSDyvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gm1yZ3iFcjU/s1600/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409520106286074610" style="FLOAT: left; 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I at Corbett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxGnfBHH0VI/AAAAAAAAACk/UWGRtM67AVE/s1600/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409288778764767570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxGnfBHH0VI/AAAAAAAAACk/UWGRtM67AVE/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awful Elephant Ride (don't let the smiles fool you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxGohR3FsgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yk4nXgnidX8/s1600/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409289917132288514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxGohR3FsgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yk4nXgnidX8/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rod &amp;amp; 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Colin &amp;amp; I found it drying by the river! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxGo0HcOOWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aNuR5EodqDc/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409290240752761186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxGo0HcOOWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/aNuR5EodqDc/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corbett Falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxGpBklNvaI/AAAAAAAAADE/Dov4o9pu2TU/s1600/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409290471913405858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1XR-y0lPBc/SxGpBklNvaI/AAAAAAAAADE/Dov4o9pu2TU/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colin driving us back from the Falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-8310161085554023661?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Go figure it was a 14 hr flight, that landed in 3 hrs, 10 min.) I, thankfully, was able to use my American Airlines miles to book my flight so I flew back in 1st class. I didn't realize I had slept very well on the flight until I looked my watch and realized there were only 5 hrs left of the flight! I thought, OK, I can handle 5 hrs. Thankfully it was an uneventful flight and we landed in Chicago almost 30 minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all made it through customs &amp;amp; immigration (Keira is immigrating) very quickly, found our bags, and met Dad very easily. We left the parking lot at O'hare by 5:50. Keira did well in the car seat. She &amp;amp; Colin had each only slept the 1st 4 hours on the flight and were awake for the last 10 hrs. So, they both slept in the van on the way to Mom &amp;amp; Dad's house. She cried a bit, but then fell asleep. When she stirred, she'd let out a cry, reposition herself and fall back to sleep. I was ridng up front with Dad and after she cried a few times, he said with a smile, "That's a baby girl cry!" (This is the first baby granddaughter! He's quite a proud grandpa) I think we were all expecting her to be older acting than she was. Since she's a year old, I think in my mind I had more of a toddler expectation, but she is still very much a baby, just not a newborn. (Her older brother Isaac is 2 and he was the last baby, so I think my point of reference was set for a 2 year old, not a 1 year old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to Mom &amp;amp; Dad's house by 8:30 Tuesday morning. Mom had Drew &amp;amp; Isaac out on the front porch swing when we pulled up the driveway. The boys started jumping up &amp;amp; down and Isaac ran to the van when Rod opened the door and just screamed "DADDY!!!!!" Both little boys were very excited that their parents were back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both jumped into the van to meet Keira for the 1st time. They were so excited we couldn't take the time to get everyone out of the van first. It was quite loud, but super happy. Drew peeked at his litte sister first and just said "aw, she's so cute!". Isaac looked at her and said "Keira!" They're all going to be (and are) great big brothers for this little princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a reunion in Mom &amp;amp; Dad's living room when we all got in the house. Drew &amp;amp; Isaac took a closer look at their sister and touched her hands and ooh'ed and aah'ed at her. Then they realized that oldest brother Colin was home too. Isaac said "COLIN" and ran and gave him a big hug (twice). (SO CUTE!!!!) Drew, just kept saying how cute his sister is and he's so happy they adopted her. It was a great scene to get to witness. I was snapping pictures the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Mom &amp;amp; Dad's until this morning to be able to stay and celebrate Thanksgiving. But, I'm home now and needing to unpack and relax. Jetlag has kicked my butt. I woke up at 2:10AM on Thanksgiving and then didn't nap all day (I went to bed at 7:30 last night). Then this morning, I was up at 3:55AM. But, since Rod's family were leaving by 7AM this morning, he, Michelle, Colin &amp;amp; Drew were all up and in the kitchen by 5AM. So, we still had a couple hours to spend with them before they left. (The whole house was up by 5:30 at the latest so we could all spend more time together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredible trip. I have a ton of memories, experiences, and bonding moments to keep in my heart and share with Keria when she's older. I'm glad to be home too though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for your prayers and thoughts in this whole process. I truly appreciate it and was glad that so many were interested in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now that I'm home, I'll try to add some pictures - supposedly takes forever, so check back in a bit.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-4057347107004028942?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Red Fort was beautiful and had a ton of history that was still evident. The inlaid marble at so many of the monuments is just gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left the fort, we were offered a bicycle rickshaw ride so we took the man up on his offer. Michelle, Keira &amp;amp; I rode in one and Rod &amp;amp; Colin rode in another one. They took us through the main street of Old Delhi and then several side streets. It really is amazing to people watch in a place like Delhi. There's such a wide variety of life going on, its quite interesting. One thing that was just crazy to me (crazy as in "I don't understand how that can work" type of way) was that the electrical wires are just a hodge podge running between buildings and down the streets. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to a mosque in Old Delhi which is supposed to be the largest in all of Asia. I wasn't very impressed. But, that could be because I had to leave my shoes outside (there were bird droppings everywhere) and had to wear an ugly yellow mumu because I had worn short sleeves. So, I felt a little ridiculous and grossed out walking barefoot, but otherwise I'm sure its a very nice mosque. I just didn't seem to notice at the time. Needless to say, when we got back, the first thing I did was wash my feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left, our bike drivers took us where we could catch a taxi. We decided to take an auto rickshaw instead. It was a bit of a tight fit for 5 people, but it was fun. Colin was quite popular along the route. He would wave at the neighboring vehicles whenever we'd stop. At one stop, there was a little boy in the car next to us on his mom's lap. His dad opened a bag of candy and told his son to give a piece to Colin. (it was wrapped, but it was chocolate - which Colin doesn't really like). He's always so excited to meet new people and make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was out last day in India and we started out slow and quiet. Knowing that we have a 15 hour flight ahead of us has kind of dictated what we wanted to do. So, we lounged this morning, checked emails and Rod &amp;amp; Colin went swimming. Then had an early lunch, I had another massage and then we headed out to the Zoo. Wasn't too exciting as it is a bit dated, but we did get to see a white tiger (2 actually) and a leopard. We also found the reptile house, so Colin got to see a cobra while in India. (Rod asked at the hotel where we could find a snake charmer, but he was told that its now illegal for charmers in Delhi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the hotel and all went swimming. It was Keira's first swim and she did VERY well. She clung to Michelle at first, but was then fine. It was a bit cold out of the water, so I held her wrapped in a towel for a bit. She just sucked her thumb and watched her daddy &amp;amp; brother play in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now just packing everything up and then heading toward the airport in a few minutes. We'll be back in Chicago tomorrow morning, then heading to Mom &amp;amp; Dad's for Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-4877407946025329153?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, we were up VERY early and on a 6:30AM flight to Delhi (original flight was almost 9AM, but it got cancelled a few weeks ago and we were automatically moved to the early flight).  We landed to quite a bit of smog, but I've noticed that the smog seems to be much worse at the airport and after dark (driving back from the Taj Mahal was like driving in a fairly think fog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin found our driver (thankfully all of the airport transfers have been perfect and we've always found our drivers) and we headed to our hotel.  We purposely planned our trip that each leg is an upgrade from the last.  So this hotel is a 5-star that I was able to get a great rate for thru my company's corporate rate.  We got checked in fairly quickly, but missed the breakfast buffet by less than a 1/2 hour.  It was almost 11AM anyway, and with having gotten up so early, we decided lunch was just fine.    We dropped our bags in our rooms, then headed down to the 24/7 restaurant for lunch.  I got a burger which I must say was probably one of the best tasting burgers I have EVER had.  I was certainly not expecting that in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rod, Michelle &amp;amp; Keira headed to the dr's office for her appointment, and Colin &amp;amp; I went up to the pool and went swimming for the first time this trip.  Once they came back, Rod stayed swimming with Colin and I headed to the spa for massage &amp;amp; steam.  (I'm heading back for another massage later today or tomorrow).  Keira had to get 6 vaccinations as her 1 year shots were not up-to-date.  The dr said that was too many for 1 day, so she got 3 that day and then told to come back the next.  She was asleep by the time they got back to the hotel and took a great nap the rest of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Rod, Michelle &amp;amp; Keira headed to the embassy to start the visa process and then had to go back to the dr's for the rest of her shots.  Once those were finished, they had to go back to the embassy to finish up, but luckily the whole process only took about 4 hours.  Colin &amp;amp; I stayed at the hotel and worked on his journal his kindergarten teacher sent along.  He also got some Animal Planet watching in too.  I was able to instant message with my parents for a bit (and then called them from the hotel).  It was good to hear their voices and catch up briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin &amp;amp; I grabbed some lunch, then headed to the Indian Museum.  We were going to go to the zoo, but after checking that yes, there is a zoo, we found out that it was closed that day.  So, we went to the museum instead.  It was all about the history of the country.  Colin is usually more into museums with animals &amp;amp; dinosaurs, but he did great.  We had an audio tape guided tour so we made it through the first floor before Colin (me too) was finished.  When we got back to the hotel, we went to Rod &amp;amp; Michelle's room to get Colin's swimming trunks to find that they were already back.  We all expected the embassy to take ALL day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That late afternoon, we headed out to fixed prices shops.  (Michelle &amp;amp; I both agree that we don't care much for bargaining for our purchases.)  Colin was the star everywhere we went.  He has a knack for finding friends anywhere he goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to bed early as we left very early the next morning to drive to Agra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already wrote a bit about the Taj Mahal, but it truly is a magnificent structure.  Our guide explained that the writing around the entrance has the appearance of being the same size from bottom to top.  But, because the top is obviously farther away from where you're standing, the letters are gradually increased from bottom to top.  The top letter are 2 1/2 times bigger than the letter at the bottom.  INCREDIBLE.  The four minarets at the corners of the structure are built slightly leaning outward.  They were built that way on purpose so in case they fell over, they'd fall outward.  There is also a mosque on site and to keep the symmetry, there was an identical building built.  They used that as guest house.  Rod asked our guides if the fountains are ever turned on.  He was told that yes, but only for dignitaries and we didn't rank in that category.   Our guide was also very protective.  Many of the Indians were staring at Michelle &amp;amp; Keira and asking if she was her child and what happened to Keira.  He kept telling people in Hindi to basically "mind your own business."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-1796306995579334829?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was great to have a quiet place to just sit and not have locals waiting outside the doors for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of the 17th, we just relaxed in the hotel and played with Keira.  We weren't sure how she would respond to us, so we took it easy.  Later in the afternoon, we went out to do some shopping.  I bought some scarves, but feel like I had 'AMERICAN' written all over my forehead.  I am no good at the whole bargaining for every shopping items.  I spent way too much and then felt sick to my stomach that night when I thought about how much I had spent and knew that I could have bargained a  LOT less.    My only consultation is that scarves really are beautiful and as Michelle reminded me, I'm helping provide for the families of the shop owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then spend the evening in the hotel room.  We ordered room service so we didn't have to go out again and to give Keira some quiet time.  One of the things we need to be aware of is if she's getting too much stimulation.  As the only time she's been out of the orphanage prior to us picking her up was to get her passport picture taken, everything in the world is brand new to her.  When dinner came up, Colin took a bite of his sandwich and said "DAD, this is the BEST sandwich I've ever had!!!."  (He's a pretty picky eater, so for him to rave about something is rare.)  After a few more bites, he declared "we HAVE to get this recipe!!!" :) (It was just a grilled chicken salad sandwich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 18th, we went to Mother Teresa's home.  We saw the room where she spent most of her life and where she died.  We walked through the little museum room that documented her life.  And then walked past her tomb.  It is truly amazing what 1 person is capable of.  She truly cared about people and taking care of their needs even when she had nothing herself.  It was pretty emotional to see the pictures of her doing her work and reading about what she went through over the years.  What an amazing woman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the outskirts of Calcutta to Hope Home.  This is an orphanage/school that is partially supported by Rod &amp;amp; Michelle's church in CO.  The home has 24 children currently and has room for more kids if necessary.  The school has about 60 additional kids from the area that come in each day.  We met with the kids and the people who ran the home.  Dev is the guy who started it and he has been to CO and Rod had met him before.  The kids ranged in age from 7 - 17.  The two 7 year olds were in kindergarten and not in classes at the time we were there.  So Colin played with the kids and made new friends.  The girls were just enamored with him (as were all of the children).  We stayed for lunch (they had Chinese delivered) and then a concert that the kids put on for us.  Colin even participated.  He's quite imaginative - she sang 2 made up songs.  One about Jesus (he accompanied himself on a violin for that one) and a 2nd song about wildlife.  He's a funny little boy.  We then headed out and the kids all said goodbye and shook Colin's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed back to the hotel to get dinner and pack for our very early flight back to Delhi the morning of the 19th.  (FYI - the best time to travel in Calcutta - about 4AM!!! - very little traffic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-8697050189769538192?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had about a 6 hr drive from Corbett to Delhi, then had to fly from Delhi to Calcutta.  Once we landed (to VERY high humidity), we had about an hour drive to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 16th was "Gotcha Day".  We had an appointment to pick up Keira at 12:30, so we went and did a bit of browsing in the markets close to the hotel in the morning.  We grabbed some lunch and headed to the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orphanage has two buildings and we weren't quite sure which one Keira was at, so we went to the 1st address on the list.  It was the home for the brand new infants and the special-needs babies.  We were able to meet the Ayahs (caregivers) who took care of her when she first arrived at 1 day old and saw where she stayed for her first little while there.  We were also able to get some pictures of kids waiting for their families to pick them up and could send new pictures back home to mommies &amp;amp; daddies.  The kids were very cute!!!  The newborns were tinny-tiny.  One of the infants was still in an incubator and another was on an IV.  Others were just 1.5 kilos (3 pounds) or about that size.  Rod said "I'd take one of these home too."  (Me too)  It was VERY evident that they were being well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the other location to pick up Keira.  One of the Ayahs rode in the car with us with a little boy whose parents were picking him up after us.  In the car, he was all smiley and kept saying "oma" (Mama).  He's 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up the stairs at the 2nd location and Michelle went first.  An Ayah was holding Keira so Michelle saw her as soon as she was high enough up the stairs.  She was surprised that she'd get to see her immdiately.  We all made it up and immediately started snapping pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle went right up to Keira and Keira was completely fine.  She wasn't smiling, but she also didn't cry.  Michelle waited a bit before picking her up, but when she did, Keira was just fine.  She just looked at her mama and inspected this new person.  We then all headed into Mrs Roy's office to do paperwork.  Michelle held Keira on her lap and she eventually fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the paperwork, we headed around the rest of the cribs and took more pictures of babies for other parents.  All of them are SO cute.  We area where Keira had been staying had 3 big cribs with 3-4 kids per crib.  As we watched the kids, it made sense to have them in larger cribs with kids to interact with to help with socialization.  Again, they were all very well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the car (Keira was still asleep) and started back to the hotel.  As we got close, the driver said that a street was closed.  It took more than hour to finally get back to the hotel as it turns out that police had closed streets for a political rally.  When we got back to the hotel, we saw the hundreds of thousands of people in the street for the rally.  Thankfully, Keira slept the whole car ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6829118926388552388-4192473127141535703?l=susansjourneyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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