If there is something that must be said, before all else, it is that Ghada and I enjoy a special relationship. We get along superbly well, we enjoy each others' company- so much so, we typically spend an inordinate amount of time together. We are family of course, to boot.
But there is something we have just not been able to make work, and that is working or travelling together. Some years ago, we embarked on an Amazing Race that nearly ripped the very fabric of our relationship to pieces.
And then, there have been our mini-trips together. Once to Pittsburgh, a few other times to the Big Apple. Throw in, for good measure, a trip to Lebanon.
I think we both want those trips to be, well... swell. But somehow they never seem to work. It seems to me, most days, that Ghada's idea of a trip is to compare and contrast which city offers the most comfortable beds in their budget hotels. Left to her own devices, we'd be out of the hotel at 2 in the afternoon.
I of course am up at 4 in the morning, and survive on 3 hours of sleep a night.
So what possessed me to agree to this mad idea. A trip to India. Where I must leave my good manners in Canada before I board the Air France flight to Mumbai on August 31st? And without my good manners, what will save the day? Will blood prove thicker than water? Will this trip spell the end of this relation?
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