One Week, Ten Stories: Travels Through India's Golden Triangle
Prelude: Shortly after we began dating over nine years ago, Marianella informed me that her dream destination was the Taj Mahal-my response was a scrunched face and a trio of reasons not to visit-too hot, too far, too dirty. Over time it became part of our repertoire-when Marianella wanted to get me going, she would bring up visiting the Taj and I would respond with my mantra of reasons not to. Our little act extended to Anna & Dave, in which I found a compadre who was more resistant than I to a trip on the other side of the world, and Marianella found an ally in Anna. It was decided, Marianella and Anna could visit the Taj Mahal together while Dave and I remained behind in Minnesota, feasting on whatever sports were on TV and whatever food could be delivered. And then we moved to Bangladesh. A new twist was added to our little back-and-forth. Now we were in the backyard of the Taj, a mere two and a half hour flight from New Delhi. It no longer was some fantastical journe