Goa
An elaborate parade we stumbled upon on the streets in Calungute. Note the KFC shaped like a temple.
A cow being excluded from group games.
The streets of Goa, where cocktails and dreams are made.
Parking lot at Keri Keri beach.
Neighborhood watering hole.
Goa was a wild mix of bustling commercial streets, relaxing deserted beaches and traditional Indian scenes. It was the perfect place to chill out during our last leg in India.
Scott in line at the fruit shop, picking up breakfast for the next day.
Packed church.
Vagator Beach.
Youth soccer.
Tibetan prayer flags…
… all over.
We stopped in to a store to buy sunscreen and met this little gal who was very intrigued by my camera…
And her sassy older sister, who also wanted a portrait taken.
Sight seeing.
A corner at Natti’s Naturals.
A local entreprenuer.
After 2 weeks of eating hot Indian food for every meal, I was curried-out.
So I was thrilled to find that Goa definitely caters to the vegetarian-eating-yoga-practicing-hippie-crowd and was filled with great restaurants that served smoothies, acai bowls, tofu dishes, buddha bowls and the like.
These were my favorites:
Ma Cafe in Pernem - EXCELLENT vegan food, we went back 3 times for the banh mi and the tacos
Bean Me Up in Vagator Beach - delicious buddha bowls in a beautiful garden setting
Natti’s Naturals in Anjuna - good smoothies, killer patio
Brunch at Bean Me Up.
Lounge lunch at Ma.
After Jaipur, we headed to Goa for the last leg of our trip.
After the luxurious celebration which was the wedding in Mumbai, and the adventurous motorcycle trip through Rajasthan, Goa felt like a tropical work-cation.
We’d wake up early every morning to work from our hotel in Calangute Beach then around 1 PM we’d hop on our bright orange scooter and head north to explore a new area on the coast until the sun set.
The 3rd floor was our spot.
Breakfast roof top nook.
Remote office.
Commuter traffic.
Beach bum cow
There are dozens of beaches all up the coast but my favorites were Vagator, Arambol, Morjim and Querim.
