Tottering off to the Taj

So, the Taj Mahal.  Let's start at the beginning shall we?  The roomies and I were able to hitch a ride with an Indian girl named Reya (a girl from church).  Her father drove and the ride was well, interesting to say the least.  Everyone honks their horn when driving and at first I thought everyone had road rage.  It turns out that everyone honks their horn in lieu of blinkers.  Honking your horn alerts drivers, motorcycles, pedestrians, cows, monkeys (the normal stuff) that you are there.  Not only is it the norm it is encouraged! 

If you recall in a previous blog I mentioned that I pretty much taught a litlte Indian girl that 'C A T' spells "meow."  It turns out that Indian cats do say "meow".  Roosters are a different story...



2 1/2 hours of dodging monkeys and horn honking we arrived in, Agra.  Agra is a crazy city and I am glad we  had someone that knew the area! After parking the car, our group of 4 girls grabbed a camel and were off to the etrance.

It's about  a 15 min walk to the actual Taj as you go through several outer walls and a fort built around it. 

Arriving to the front garden you are struck by the Taj Mahal, sparkling white behind the bluest sky I have ever seen.  None of my pictures look real, it is that beautu\iful and surreal.  The temperature that day was hovering around 100 degrees with 90% humidity!  The sun made the Taj practically beam, enough that it was hard to look at without my sunglasses!  After the obligatory tourist pictures (yes I'm wearing ridiculous pair of 'harem pants' we headed to the entrance.  Walking to the building it became brighter and more beautiful!  Every angle and design was beautiful!

Pictures are not allowed in the tomb but no picture could capture the pulse the tomb room had.  You could practically feel the love this king and queen shared thousands of years ago.  As cheesy as this sounds, words can't express its beauty, in structure and romance.