Postcards from Goa

Vacation withdrawals have consumed me. I can barely function without day dreaming about the soul touching sounds of the sea and the undeniably salty taste in the air. What better a time to reminisce about my mid-summer vacation than when I am feeling particularly low.

I like to think the universe conspired to send us on a much-needed trip. It all started with a game of American roulette at the Turf Club. We took a chance and made it...winning a trip to Goa, almost all expense. The small weekend trip this April ended sooner than I could get turn around and whine about my tan but I'm not complaining. Ok fine, I am complaining a little. I wish it lasted forever *grumpy face*.

It was blissful, warm and memory-making. We drove around on bikes, tried our luck at casinos, dipped our feet in the scorching ocean, trekked up to forts, walked hand in hand to what seemed like a million miles and even silently watched the sunset. It didn't really matter that two out of those three days were dry in the most boozy state in the country because of election... our fresh lime sodas paired perfectly with the calamari fry.

Simply posting this makes me feel better. Well, at least I'll have these postcards and those glimpses I see when I close my eyes...

Preferred mode of transportation. I have always loved boatrides

Sights like these are not uncommon. Head to the numerous vantage points...
forts, cliffs, lighthouses.

Need em hats. Bigger the better.

Boohoo: Dry days are overrated. Yes, things get interesting with some alcohol but crying over
spilt rum doesn't get you anywhere. We made hay and settled for lime soda with extra lime.

Flee markets are insane. Head to Aupora's Satuday Night Flee Market and go wild. If you are
on a budget trip and don't wish to splurge, still head there for some food and free gigs.