Day 17, Aug. 27

Before I went to sleep, I thought I had a version of the flu (it had killed 26 people in Bangalore since I arrived). Now, I awoke from the longest sleep I have taken while in India quite refreshed. The only problem was the constant hard rain. My host insisted that today be spent resting. Since I needed an excuse to start catching up with at least 10 days worth of blogging, I took the advice. This would be a complete day of rest.
I came to Darjeeling as Mother Teresa did in 1946 for a retreat to discern her future. The weather was a message to remind me of my mission. I did want to see the beautiful mighty Himalayas. From all reports, the rest of my time would be spent in fog and rain. I resigned myself to this fate and hoped to find time to return in October when the weather is much better.
Besides the blogging, I found some good literature especially on John Vianney and did what I was told to do.