Greetings From India

It's day 4 in India and it has been a whirlwind. New Dehli was intense in every meaning of the word. People, cars and dogs were everywhere leaving a trail of garbage and waste behind them. We stayed in a small guest house off the main road that served us a nice little american breakfast before we headed out into the city to find Connaught Place to buy some Indian clothes. Trying to describe New Dehli is kinda like trying to describe a Van Gogh painting to a blind person. There is endless noise of car horns honking, dogs barking, people singing, yelling and talking. The smells range from strong intense to spices from the street vendors to rotting flesh. People, cars and scooters are everywhere. Trash litters the streets, ally ways and corners in staggering amounts. The poverty is impossible to miss, in a late night sponsor a African child commercial kind of way. Tarp tent burrows spotted to sides of main roads where brightly colored textiles could be seen hanging out to dry.
On our way we were continually harassed by local men trying to lead us to their (or their friends) shops. We eventually told them we were meeting our husbands and this seemed to make them back off. We got horribly lost due to this misdirection but where soon able to navigate our way throw the chaos. There are no real cross walks in New Delhi. You just inch out into traffic until there is a big enough space for you to make it across. This lead to some very close calls.
We did end up meeting a nice man that did not want to sell us anything and recommended a great little restaurant for lunch that was right next to the shop we were trying all morning to find. We had a amazing meal, got our Indian clothes and choose to get a rickshaw back to the guesthouse.
We then made our way to the airport to catch a plane to Goa, which ended up being the wrong airport. But, luckily, we were very early and the other airport was close so we made our flight with time to spare. The airport didn't have terminals like in the US, they had doors. These doors lead to a bus outside where we caught a bus which drove us to the plane that was parked out on the runway. After a 2 1/2 hour flight we landed in Goa and intantly felt better.
Goa was warmer, more laid back and extremly beautiful. This was what we were waiting for. Our guesthouse is hidden away off the main road and is walking distance to the beach and the ATM. The owner is probably the nicest women I have ever met. We are staying in a dorm type room where everyone is very friendly.
Goa is reminiscent of the islands of Thailand just enough to make it familiar and comfortable, but still different enough to make it seem new and exciting. The sounds are mostly from animals and bugs near the guesthouse, on the beach is the sound of tourism. People bardering, shop keepers trying to sell you anything and everything, "I make good price for you. Cheap, today's special." The smells are similar to New Delhi, as is the litter problem, but everything and one is much more laid back.
We spent our first day walking up the beach and swimming, enjoying the relax atmosphere, getting the bad taste that New Delhi left in our mouths out. We ended the day with a hookah bar and an authentic Goan meal.