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Choosing Love – Thank you Mother India/ Part 19



Our last day in India

Day 25 - 14th May 2018

Today it is our last day in India. Nevertheless, we do not feel sad. We are Here Now and there is nothing but Joy and Gratitude in our hearts in this Now moment.

We have experienced so much Beauty, so much Presence, so much Wisdom, so much Love, so much Acceptance, so much Freedom, so much Joy and Laughter, so much Silence, so much Diversity, so much Profound Bliss, so much…. This bundle of experiences lived in India over these last 25 days contains so much Abundance that nothing can weaken its intensity or make it fade before the prospect of leaving.


The fact that we have allowed ourselves to feel vulnerable and totally surrender to this whole experience has been our treasure, since fragility is love's greatest strength. That's what allows it to flow and adapt, flexible and unlimited.

This is the only way Love can work its magic – through total surrender to it, walking the path of the unknown with undying Trust that our steps are safely guided. Guided by our everlasting Essence, where Love resides permanently – where we choose to BE.

Our morning goes by at a leisurely pace. Pedro wants to buy some clothes so we decide to go to a Shopping Centre that Anu recommends, where he can find the kind of attire he is looking for: Indian style shirts, a Kurta, a Nehru jacket and maybe some trousers.

With my leg’s painful recovery in motion, I am not up for a lot of walking, so this option suits me just fine: one place where all the shops we need are.

We take a while to manage to get a tuc that will take us there for the price we are willing to pay but patience and persistence always yield good fortune and eventually we get our ride.


Us waiting trying to get a tuc ride and admiring a bull walking down the street


When we get there it is just opening and some shops are still closed, but one which was none of the ones Anu recommended is open and we like what we see in the shop windows so we go in.

I thoroughly enjoy this experience. Men’s clothes in India – ethnic wear - are so beautiful and elegant: colourful, flowery, with soft and silky fabrics, intricately embroidered, with ellaborate details, so feminine and yet gracefully masculine at the same time. Balanced, I would say. Beautifully balanced.


I don’t usually like going out for shopping, but now I get to sit and admire the different options Pedro chooses going past my sight. Some would not be very practical to use here in Europe, or maybe they would! And they are so Royal. Would have been lovely for him to wear them here. Anyway, he chooses a few pieces that he feels are suitable anywhere, plus a beautiful yellow Kurta and a very elegant Nehru jacket in shades of blue.

I leave you with a men’s wear site for you to see what I mean about Indian ethnic male attire: https://www.utsavfashion.com/men

While we are in the shop, two young men come in for shopping and as they see my leg burn, they immediately smile at me and ask if it’s a bike burn… With so many motorbikes here they are well acquainted with these things. I confirm, confidently stating it’s on its way to healing and they reassure me with the regular three weeks deadline: “three weeks and you’ll be fine”. 

Since I am just at the beginning of these days to come, I choose to not wish to rush forward, but simply to stay in the sweet knowingness that as all things, this too shall pass, yet now I am on the way.

Pedro is very happy with his shopping. Like me, he also dislikes shopping but this is a special occasion, a different kind of feeling entirely… Could be because we’re in the midst of a totally different culture, or just because Pedro had been wanting to buy some of these clothes for years, ever since he last came to India. What matters is that we are both happy with the outcome.

When we get outside the heat is enjoying its elevation and standing in the sun challenges our termic resitance.

Once again, finding a tuc ride back home for the price we had been told by Krishna and Anu to be the fair one is not so easy, but persistence yields its boon and we are once again on our way.

Since we are travelling today, Anu has lovingly prepared a light and delicious homemade Indian chickpeas curry with rice and a few more delicacies for us. She is vegetarian and an excellent cook, so our last memory of a Southern Indian meal still remains intact to this day, 7 months later. Thank you Anu.


We get our things ready and still have time for some more interesting conversations where I get the chance to film Krishna explaining about the Caste system and how the term was first used by the Portuguese. Here is the extremely interesting video with his clarifying explanation: watch video

Anu and Krishna live in a very beautiful residential area, with nice gardens and well kept buildings, and though it would seem that it is out of the main urban agitation, in fact the noise of the fantastic Indian traffic is constantly audible. One becomes used to it, after a while, but it would take me decades to adapt to life in a huge city like Bangalore with all of its commotion. Cities here seem to never sleep. There is always movement night and day, always many at work.




In fact, the city is so huge that the airport is around 40 km away from where we are now! 

We decide 4 pm is a good hour to leave and head for the airport, so Krishna books us an Uber taxi for that moment and when it’s time to leave they take us downstairs and say farewell to us properly, with a good, sound hug and many blessings for our safe travels.

The Krishna family are definitely Masters at the art of hosting and we are now bound for life, through a friendship that remains strong and meaningful across the borders of time and space.

We thank the exemplary parents and the beautiful young girls, Neha and Nitika for sharing their home with us so openly and lovingly. This was a very special and significant part of our journey.

Our plane from Bangalore to Delhi is at 8.20 pm and we arrive at the airport at 5 pm so we have plenty of time to spare.

There are so many people everywhere, that waiting at this airport, as later on in Delhi airport, is a test of resilience – managing to stay in silence inside while there is constant movement outside. 

India challenges us to the very end, as if we were in an Acceptance bootcamp which we will come out of much more Compassionate and capable of staying Present in any circumstances. Thank you oh magnificent Mother India!



Our passage in the early hours of the night, from 2 to 5 am, at Dubai airport continues the practice. This airport is overflowing at all times. Shops are open here 24 hours a day and it definitely never sleeps.

The interesting thing is that usually we would be sound asleep at this improbable hour, but given the circumstances we just adapt to what is. Travelling makes us become more flexible in all senses and the endless opportunities to be out of any possible comfort zone are a growth bonus and a consolidation of the inner truth that there is only one comfort zone and that is in ourselves, in our centre, in communion with our Divine Essence, always, all ways. When we live from this point of Presence, no other comfort zone is necessary – in fact, it becomes clear that it is an unattainable moving target, one of the greatest illusions in 3rd dimensional reality.

We arrive safely in Lisbon at round about lunch time.

By now my leg is extremely swollen and walking is a painful task. Considering we have flown in with Emirates, which implies walking all the way from the far side of the airport, Pedro insists on taking me on a wheelchair. I try and counter, imagining I am not that debilitated… but in fact I am, so I gratefully surrender. It’s the first time I have ever been in such a situation and it is both challenging to be vulnerable like this and on the other hand comforting that I am supported and can relax and respect my body’s current limitation.

When we get to the exit I have to walk again, though I remain grateful for the wheelchair ride that allowed for the airport to seem smaller 😉

I was supposed to teach this evening but I have a lucky break and half of the students can’t come so we postpone the class. God bless! All I need is to lie down and rest, recover from the slight jet lag and completely land back in Portugal.

When we are coming back from a far away country, with such a different culture, climate and vibe, it takes us a while to readjust to being back home – to bring the wealth of our rich experience overseas together with our experience here and be reborn as a new bundle of awesome Human and Divine harmony, entwining the best of both worlds into one whole, magical new Self.

I cannot express my Gratitude enough to everyone who crossed our path, to all of the places that held us, to all of the moments that embraced us and to Pedro for being the best companion I could ask for, as we dive deeper and deeper into the Freedom of True Love. 

Thank you <3

Mother India, I will definitely be back!




This thornless rose was offered to me by Pedro, still a bud, and bloomed into this beautiful treasure. Abundance is Manifold, Gratitude is Bliss and Life is Generous, when we allow. May Love always Be allowed.



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Read Post 1 of this series here, post 2 here, post 3 here, post 4 here, post 5 here, post 6 here, post 7 here, post 8 here, post 9 here, post 10 here, post 11 here, post 12 here, post 13 here, post 14 here; post 15 here; post 16 here; post 17 here; post 18 here






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