I was requested to wear a sari, so with some resistance, I did it. Notice the boots: that is still part of me. In the ashram we go without shoes and socks, so I am not violating spiritual or dress codes. Surprisingly, they are comfortable. You see the women riding side saddle on the motorcycles. In this city, I rarely see a woman not in a sari or covered up--but their midline shows in a sari--figure that out. I had to have help getting it tied, since that isn't one of my specialties. The adventure continues to unfold.
I was requested to wear a sari, so with some resistance, I did it. Notice the boots: that is still part of me. In the ashram we go without shoes and socks, so I am not violating spiritual or dress codes. Surprisingly, they are comfortable. You see the women riding side saddle on the motorcycles. In this city, I rarely see a woman not in a sari or covered up--but their midline shows in a sari--figure that out. I had to have help getting it tied, since that isn't one of my specialties. The adventure continues to unfold.
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