Goa, I

What to say, where to begin?  It is every bit as lovely as you have heard, and if you are willing to work for it, even lovelier.  Words fail, pictures will more than suffice, with a minimum of commentary.

Landed at Dabolim airport and saw that Mr. T was also enjoying Goa. 

 And then up to Mandrem and Villa Rivercat.  The website doesn't even begin to do the place justice.  In a tiny village, at the end of a sleepy road, down a little dirt path the villa sits among trees, on a salt river and behind a sand dune.  Chickens wander in the yard.  Cats sleep on the porch.  Coconuts drop on the balconies.  From inside incense and soft chanting wafts out to greet you, and then Rinnoo-baba himself, with a big smile and open arms.  The kids and I were in love with the place at first sight.  

Fresh juice on the verandah, and then somehow we were able to tear ourselves away from exploring the house and talking to Rinoo in order to visit the beach.  Good thing we did.

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And that's just the beginning.  Photo-rich blogging takes so long that this will have to become a multi-installment affair.  Not that you're complaining, huh?