Your favorite wife.
“I feel like we should be having sex or something.”
Jaime, to me, while laying in bed.
“From now on, I’m your favorite wife.”
Me, to Jaime, at the Taj Mahal.
We spent three days in Agra. To most that would be about two and a half days too many, but we were already getting exhausted. Every day since getting to India we had to wake up early for one reason or another. And in four days we were already on our third town, traveling at a pace far faster than I’m used to or enjoy. I hadn’t really had a moment to sit back, to absorb. We needed rest.
On our first day we did nothing much other than check into a hotel which we were pretty sure wasn’t actually the hotel they claimed to be (it’s common in places like India for hotels, restaurant, shops, etc. to take on the name of a competitor who is well-reviewed), find a place to get Jaime’s post-Holi camera cleaned, find internet, and eat.
On our second day, after waking up before the sun rose, after visiting the Taj Mahal, after drinking a cup of coffee and searching souvenir shops, we headed to Agra Fort, a deep red military structure/palace/prison.
After that, we were all pretty exhausted. I managed to do more before noon than I normally can handle in a single day. So we got a rickshaw back, ate lunch, sat at an internet cafe, got a little rest. That night Jaime and I went to watch the sunset, which was pretty anti-climactic seeing as the Taj was over here and the sun over there.
So we went back, got dinner, and settled into bed to watch Slumdog Millionaire. I mean, when in India…
The next day was devoted to doing absolutely nothing. Because, sometimes, nothing is what you need.