Holi Celebrant

 I shamelessly swiped this picture from my student Jessica Brinkerhoff (well, actually, I asked her permission and she graciously sent it along). We had recently become friends on Facebook (it's rare that I accept student friend requests, unless they've already graduated or are a veteran of one of my travel courses) and this popped up on her page. For some inexplicable reason I had never seen it before. There is a mythical picture of me sitting on the floor of a ferry in Zanzibar, happily asleep, with three little leaning against me, also sleeping, that I've never seen. People will talk about it, but it has never arrived. This one is not as famous as a "lost" Scudder picture, but my life would have been worse for not seeing it. We were in Agra at a Holi party held in someone's back yard (I've posted other pictures of it in a separate blog post). Here I'm being dog-piled by most students to make certain that I received my fair share of Holi color.

I'm having more fun than it might at first appear. I wrote about how the students just exploded with joy, like first graders on recess, at the Holi party, which is certainly a testament to the stress of travelling during a global pandemic. Believe me, I had fun as well.