We made it onto the train and found our comfortable-ish sleeping berths. Perfect for anyone under 5'-11" tall. 12 hours later we arrived in Goa. Saw lots of old Portuguese buildings and churches and a great warning sign. I can assure you we did not misuse the holyland.
Finally, the beaches. This time of year you share the beach with everyone. Cows, Russians, Brits, Aussies, Israelis, it's a madhouse. The crowds thinned out a bit after new years and we've enjoyed some really nice days at the beach. Really just trying to make up for lost beach time in Vanuatu. When we were told we'd be living in the south Pacific on a small island we thought we be getting to the beach a lot more often than we did.
Not really sure what she's doing.
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Hey guys, I can't believe "coming home" is your title!! i can't wait! reading your little blurbs about leaving sounded very touching, i can't wait to hear the whole story. we miss you and can't wait to see you in a few weeks. be safe, love you, christine.
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