Originally posted on where'smyT-backandotherstories:
I had been meaning to visit Agra not for romantic but rather for a historic 43rd birthday. Away from home, from my husband and son, family and friends, it is once again, one of my sporadic, if not spontaneous forays at solo traveling. I have intended to leave New Delhi early dawn so I can be in Taj Mahal early morning and take many pictures of the monument at sunrise, as my young Indian friends have suggested.
My spiritual adviser, Fr. George, a double summa cum laude from two universities in Rome now judicial vicar of the Archdiocese of Delhi, advises me against going to Agra alone, much more so leaving before sunrise for safety reasons. So instead of the Agra tour, I settle in Delhi and have some friends in Delhi come over—Sarah and Pierre from France, Carlos and Isabel from Spain and Michelle originally from Oklahoma but worked…
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