Yesterday was my birthday, a significant one, too.
I’ve never actually revealed my age on this site, mainly because it pains me to be pigeonholed. I do act stupidly young or stupid at times; why not leave the age question blank?
March 21, 2011, marks a turning point in my life.
Ready? This chick just turned 40. Gasp!!
40 is ancient. To a 20 year old. 40 means I forget more years than I remember. Supposedly.
Categorize me now. Love it, I hope. Or maybe you knew all along? I fooled nobody.
On this auspicious birthday, I treated myself to the Taj Mahal and Agra Fort. Seeing the Taj has been a dream of mine for over ten years. Did it measure up to this birthday girl’s expectations?
I woke at an ungodly hour to touch the spiritual. 4:30! I complain about sleep a lot, yet you’ve got to understand. Cougars need their rest to prowl young boys at night.
I was the first tourist to arrive at the west gate, vaguely wondering if there weren’t many coming. Agra is a confused city. A jaunt down the street will tell you how. Merchant stalls, abandoned cars, a pile of tires, then a HOTEL! Off to the side, in an alley, usually fashioned from a smelly apartment building about to be condemned. That’s Agra.
So, I hadn’t seen any foreigners.
By 6:15, the ticket window opened. I peered behind me and there they were. Foreigners multiplying like a locust hive.
Ticket prices are