Yes, I'm back from India. So is Taz (luckily he had no trouble getting back into the country). I had an amazing time. I got to meet Taz's extended family, I went on jungle safaris, I shopped 'til I dropped, I drank a lot of fresh coconut water, I ate a lot of spicy food, and I learned random Punjabi swear words from Taz's brother. I promise lots of pics, and a link to an album of the trip. I also promise to regale you all with several stories of our adventures and lists of cool things I saw. But first things first.
OK, so it wasn't really the first thing that happened in India, chronologically speaking. Actually, it was one of the last things. But it was very important. Anyone who wants the details can e-mail me for them, but for the rest of you, I think a picture is worth a thousand words:
"Happy" doesn't even begin to describe it.
On January 3rd, 2006, at 3:00 AM, after dating each other for a little over 3 years, and after I had been in India for 3 weeks, Taz asked me to marry him. I cried. And I said yes. Of course.