I was left without a clear idea, but my interest in meditation, Advaita Vedanta. But I've seen, done, heard, smelled and felt almost everything. Although the word "all" does not make sense in India. I drank tea in the hut of a Sadhu, on the ground and eaten with your hands food served on leaves of black locust in the Ashram of Ramana Maharshi, that trekking on the Nilgiri spotting bison, elephants and bears, walked barefoot in the rain in the temples of Kanchipuram, Tandoori fish eaten butter in Kovalam, slept on a tree house to Alleppy, enjoyed a massage, Ayurveda in Cochin, medicines taken by a 'doctor' Siddah Trivandrum, followed an intensive course of Yoga in Mysore. And so on. But the meetings most beautiful, most loving and I confess, were with people. Many are in India for spirituality, but this is a country deeply material. Any event, even the most irrational, provides a practical side. We Westerners perceive the contradictions in India, but in fact the secret is that there is no opposition between material and spiritual, both aspects coexist. Besides, in this land who was born non-dualistic thinking - which descend Zen and Tao, the ancient Chinese legacy Indian processed. On the advice of
Nacho - a friend English publisher that publishes books Vedanta - my first stop was at Tiruvannamalai. I find some kind of tropical Assisi, instead I found masses of men, honking mad 24/24h, stalls, cows, dogs, monkeys, dust, wondering monk at the temple and pilgrims lined with vendors of all types that will encircle each corner. The notes and photos of this blog may not testify even in very small part of all this, but help to keep memories alive.
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