Delhi And Departure

After our stay in Shimla expired, we once again traveled in the toy train, only this time we were descending. We then took yet another train to Delhi, capital of India. Once there, we embarked in a rickshaw, our five carry-on suitcases loaded in the back or crammed on our lap. This was our main form of transportation when we were not on a train. One hour, many misunderstanding as to our destination, and two rickshaws later, we arrived at our hotel. Mercifully, this had air-co, although the advertised pool we were all looking forward to was very green with algae. This was our last stop in India, and the next day we would fly to the Netherlands to visit my grandparents there. CONFUSING EXPLANATION OF OUR FAMILY ORIGIN: My dad was born in Canada, but raised in America. My mom was raised in Berlin, Germany but her family moved to the Netherlands when she was 15. This was so that my grandparents could run a Christian retreat center, named Stokerhorst. Almost 30 years later, they are just now beginning the process of retiring. Before my mom went to university, she spent a year in Florida working as a nanny. She met met my dad there, and they eventually got married and moved to Canada where my dad was a pastor. Now we live in Malawi as missionaries. END OF LONG EXPLANATION. So, after a night in Delhi, we took a flight early the next morning to the Netherlands, where we would visit our grandparents for a couple of weeks. We have such stopovers whenever we are travelling from Canada to Africa (or Asia), as most airlines allow for a free stopover in Europe in between such flights. It was with mixed emotions that we left India. We had generally a good time, but we frequently became sick from the foods we ate, and the constant travel was tiring. So, we were all looking forward to being in the Netherlands and having a rest -plus good food and company- but somewhat sad to leave India. And thus concludes the annals of our trip to India, which took place roughly one year ago. Our trip there was one of the coolest things I've ever done, and will never forget.