India is not a country you simply visit — it is a universe you step into, vast, overwhelming, and unlike anything you’ve ever known. My own journey with India began in 2015, and I must admit: I was not ready. I traveled alone, without a guide, trying to navigate it as an independent traveler. What I found was a whirlwind of contradictions, a place with no Western counterpart to anchor myself to. Without context or explanation, I felt almost horrified — so much so that I swore I would never return, unless work forced me to.
And indeed, it was work that brought me back. But this time, everything was different. I had an extraordinary guide by my side and an itinerary carefully designed in advance. Instead of chaos, I discovered poetry. I fell deeply in love — with the traditions, the flavors of the cuisine, the artistry of the crafts, even the ceaseless soundscape of horns and voices that fills every street.
Today, India is no longer just a destination for me. It is home, a place where I now spend at least five months a year. And in December, I cannot wait to share my India with you — the colors, the textures, the unexpected tenderness hidden in the noise. Together, we will not just see India. We will experience it.