You never know if you are making a mistake when you travel with friends. Will the journey forge an even stronger friendship? Or, will the journey strain the friendship?Speaking only for myself because, really, for whom else can I speak, this journey falls squarely into the former category.
Joan was the perfect traveling companion and it seems inconceivable that we would not have shared this experience. Joan talks quite a bit more than Buster but that was okay because her conversational contributions were always apt, smart, funny and made the trip that much more enjoyable. Maybe Buster is a teeny bit better as a roommate because he asks for nothing whereas Joan insisted on her fair share of bed-, closet-and bathroom- space and time. But, she was every bit as tolerant of my snoring (and other rude noises) as is Buster. And, as a bonus, made no inappropriate noises herself. Is this too much information?
Joan is also a very good sport and was willing to recreate moments such as the one below in order to give me a good photo opportunity.
When we were making our post tour hotel arrangements, I reserved two rooms for us at the Delhi and London airport hotels. I thought we might be sick of each other and want a little space. As I write this post in the splendor of my private, large room at the Delhi Holiday Inn, I am missing my roomie. It was nice when I was talking to myself to pretend that I was actually talking to Joan. In this room, when I babble to myself, I know that I am just another old lady who is that much closer to losing it.
Thank you, Joan, for your friendship, tolerance and good nature. You are a splendid traveling companion.