April 2012

Adya was having me nail him to a cross.  We were both laughing.  It didn’t work and the wooden cross kept falling apart until we finally gave up.  So he said we were going on a trek.  We were dressed like yogis in India.  I thought the trek would be through some exotic desert lands but we were walking through residential neighborhoods.  Our path was like a maze.  I was a bit confused but he seemed to know where he was going – actually it was more like it didn’t matter and he was amused that I was concerned.