Sometimes, you choose a destination to travel to. Sometimes, the destination chooses you, and you end up travelling to it quite unexpectedly. It was the latter that happened to me, and that is how I found myself at Delhi’s Indira Gandhi International Airport last Saturday.
The OH has been in Delhi on work, and invited me to join him at least for a couple of days, at his office guesthouse. Things have been stressful for me at work, though, and I didn’t think I could manage another vacation so soon after the Kerala trip. However, just a day before I left for Delhi, things got sorted out, almost magically. Everything fell into place, and I could finally make the trip – much to my glee.
So, I am in Delhi for now, watching the capital in all its glory just before Independence Day. I love the place, its energy, the way history mingles effortlessly with modernity here. I love the food here, too, of course.
I am enjoying slow travel at its best now. For the first time ever on a holiday, I wake up with absolutely no plans for the day ahead. My itinerary forms as the day unfolds and the OH’s work pans out. On most days, I have gone to bed exhausted, my feet tired with all the walking they have had to do, but happy, again with no plans for the next day in mind. I am not ticking off places visited from a list. I am sightseeing, but in an extremely spontaneous fashion, coming to know of where I am going just a half-hour before we leave.
I can get used to this kind of life, you know? 🙂