The Baxyard in Bangalore

So, I should clarify. I am not in India. Dave is in Bangalore. After 27 hours of flying, three planes, and a stop in Paris, he arrived and is working and enjoying the 90 degree temperatures. Here is where he stays, looks like a resort to me.





And, like a good catholic during Lent. He managed to sneak in Mass on Sunday.





I have a hard enough time dragging myself to confession in our church. Would you go here?



There was always this unwritten joke about Catholics and parking. How they always park as strategically as possible to exit as quickly as possible after mass. I can't imagine trying to get out of this mess.



Especially if this was my method of transportation.



Tomorrow ... Pramata offices.