Third One's a Charm

We woke up this morning (September 2nd) to find a monkey, a langur, to be precise, on our balcony. Being in India, this isn't exactly shocking. What's funny about it is that, three years ago to the day, the day Jonathan and I were married, there was a similar sentiment. Although, of course, we were in Canada, on Georgian Bay, and there was no actual monkey. Let me explain. The night before our wedding I slept in a cabin with five of my favourite ladies. From this statement alone you can maybe guess that our wedding wasn't of the classical sort. Anyways, the cabin awoke to giggling. Marta, or Sarah, or perhaps the two in kahoots were lying awake listening to the 'wild' animals fussing about in the woods. Birds, chipmunks, typical Northern Ontario fare. There was though, to their credit a bird (my best guess) making a very weird call or at least singing very off key. 'Who ordered the monkeys?' or something along that line was whispered. More giggling. It did sound quite exotic. Laura, who had been sound asleep assured them that there was, no way, no how a monkey on the cabin's roof and hoped they would go back to sleep. They probably could have used more sleep to prepare for the gauntlet of wedding-day duties that they had generously agreed to. But, there was no convincing Sarah and Marta. There was a monkey on the roof and everyone was now wide awake listening for it. It worked for me. I had been awake for hours, just waiting for the sun to finally rise so I could get married already! Turns out my friends were more physic then I gave them credit for at the time. Here was that monkey they were convinced was pouncing around on our roof... only he missed the party by three years...and a few thousand kilometers...
ps. The green drinks are my Rishikesh obsession. Fresh mint and lemon, blended with ice and probably a hefty scoop of sugar! Yum!!!