2/14 Mamallapuram

Had a wonderful day wandering around before I left for Mamallapuram: visited a great little grocery store with tiny isles and fresh cheese (I hadn't been in one for almost three months;), saw a man kissing his pigeons - I didn't know that is how you get them to come home, saw many more elaborate chalk drawings on the streets, found another fantastic french cafe with local NGO sponsored crafts, and got to email and chat with Siddarth.  I miss Dakshinayan more and more.  I miss the kids.  The simplicity.  After a two hour drive, I get to my very inexpensive hotel in Mamallapuram.  I feel like I'm back in India.  It's good but the hotel - well let's just say I probably won't stay there again.  I go to bed early under a pink mosquito net safely wrapped in my blue bed sheet praying the bed bugs don't bite;).