Burbank to Mumbai

My husband flies to India on Sunday.

He'll be staying at the Mumbai Marriott of JuHu Beach.

Holy Vishnu! It's a paradise! I'm wicked jealous.

If you take the hotel's website photo tour you can see all the super fancy stuff this place has to offer. (And the picture of the entrance makes it look like you get a free, high-class courtesan upon check-in.)

I wonder if Jakob will get a Ayurvedic Massage or visit the Enigma Lounge.

The only definite plan he's shared with me is waking up at 5:30am to watch the Celtics game.

I'm going to miss him so much.

It's hard to be away from the one you love.

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