Eleanor gave my guides carte blanche to do whatever I wanted to do. We were at an animal-trading festival in Punjab, and I said I wanted to ride a camel, and I did. I asked to join schoolgirls competing in a game of tug-of-war, and my guide made it happen. I gave lessons on how to do fingernail gels and modeling poses in private homes because I thought it would be interesting. People gathered and applauded me at the end. We were in the bowels of these ancient homes in Varanasi, but it felt perfectly safe because I knew I could trust these guides.
I’m not a vacation beach stroller. After all, I live in Los Angeles, for God’s sake.
It’s simple: a sumptuous hotel breakfast with an oatmeal base and lots of fruit. During the day, it’s fruits and vegetables and plenty of hydrating tea or water.
I put on a hijab and an abaya to buy, and, for the first time, and in only about three seconds, all my preconceptions and judgments about women wearing these all-black robes vanished. I immediately felt elegant and empowered and connected to the women around me. I could feel my mind changing.