This is the story of my trip to India in 1961-1962. I was there 6 months. I was 30. The only thing I knew about India was Gandhi. I went because I didn’t know. I didn’t want to go somewhere I already knew about.
I traveled light – a small vinyl suitcase and a black corduroy bag I made. I put bananas and other fruit in it. My purse had a strap which I put over my shoulder. I didn’t lose a penny in India.
Being in India was the happiest time of my life – always new experiences and something new to see. I had already met Richard, and my love for him expanded into India as well – love for the country and the people.
This is my story....