India and pictures/Atencion fotos mas abajo!

Before telling you any stories, check out the pictures I uploaded down in the previous posts, more coming!

Sitting now by the fire, in Sweden, maybe the most exotic of all these lands, covered in snow, where they make hotels from ice and have the shortest and longest days in the world (well, of course, together with Norway, Finland, Denmark, Russia, Iceland and Canada). Just thinking, oh, my dream, the around the world trip, finished, now what? But yeah it's an illusion, it didn't end, just started, my grandma remembered me that I have a lot left, and of course it's true, not only to travel but to learn about the places we've been to (and not been to). Lonely Planet, here, I want to work for you, I make it as a public announcement, and my friends say I write well, at least in Spanish, I could go, for example, to Argentina, to the Iguazú Falls!!

Of course I didn't forget India. You can't forget it. You can't mix it with other countries either, the memories. From the moment you land in India, you know it is India. It happened to me the same in China, it's very chinese, these countries have, I would say, strong personalities. But yes, India, the biggest democracy in the world, 1.2 billion, impressive richness in languages, and the country with more poor people in the world... It doesn't leave you indifferent. People are incredible charming, talk a lot, will convince you about anything they want to (and sell it to you), they easily smile and look straight in the eyes. And the country functions with commission, that's why the rickshaws keep making "no extra charge" stops for you in some shops and friendly guys will help you to find the amazing net of fake governmental travel agencies. Recommendation for tourists visiting India, read your guide thoroughly before going. Then try to convince your taxi driver that you really want to go to your hotel, even if he thinks it has fallen from the face of the Earth. But it is safe and you end up admiring the wit, the clever answers of the sellers and the general warmth of the people.
At first sight one notices the contrasts, in the road, the cars avoiding the camels, cows and some truck coming in the opposite direction, in the dessert, the colorful bright pink or blue sari of the women, or in the cities, the sadness of the poor and the richness of the old palaces, between them, the beautiful Taj Mahal. And I should at least tell you about our driver in Agra, who told us that his children would have a love marriage, like his, in a country where the majority of the marriages are arranged.