Our first stop when we arrived (after a 2.5 hour sleep in a Delhi airport hotel) was Varanasi. This is the city of Mercy’s birth. Oddly enough, this was my third scheduled trip to Varanasi, but only the first time I actually went. The first time I was booked to go was in 1998. My team that was spending the summer in Calcutta/Kolkata was scheduled to travel there by train. One of my fellow leaders got sick, so I stayed behind with a friend who was a P.A. and helped to take care of her.
My second scheduled trip to Varanasi was while Steve and I were living in India in 2003. Some friends/co-workers were planning to go (for a project trip, I think), but I was about 3 months pregnant with my first child, and had been sick pretty consistently since I found out I was pregnant. It was mosquito/malaria season and I decided not to risk going down into the plains (we lived in the mountains)/taking malaria meds while pregnant. So, I stayed behind, and Steve went with the team.
Needless to say, I was so very excited to see this picturesque and historic city. My daughter’s city. And thanks to my husband buying me a fantastic camera a few years back, the pictures turned out amazingly beautiful.