The crevices in the road up the final mountain made for an interesting ride. We bounced and rattled in the van, still sleepy from the early morning flight out of Mumbai. The driver careened round the potholes, leaning on the horn to warn any oncoming traffic, since there was really only one road to share. Concha and Adina were white knuckled but I couldn’t wait. As the holes got deeper and the road narrowed even more I knew we were close. Then the green gate appeared- and we had arrived. Driving up the paved road along the wild lush landscape, the familiar out buildings stood speckled in the sunlight ,dripping with wild bougainvillea and dry giant palm fronds. In just a moment later we were at the main house, greeted by the warm smiles and hugs of a delightful staff. For Concha and Adina, the ride had been justified by these heaven like surroundings: For me, I was home.