At the New York Airport on our way to New Delhi, I have lots of time to recollect my thoughts. In the past week while I was busy daydreaming about the craggy peaks of the Himalayas and my heartfelt wishes of meeting the deathless master Babaji, Jules was busy actually making a real trip around India happen. He was looking at wonderful places to stay, good places to eat, connecting flights and other means of transportation and charming activities like visiting rural tribes and listening to local musicians that might be playing in the areas we plan to visit.