We drove as fast as we could from Indian Creek to Spanish Fork for the Festival of Colors...sadly, we were too late. As we approached the Hari Krishna temple people were walking back to their cars covered in bright colors...sniffle. I was disappointed, to say the least. We walked up to the festivities nevertheless in hopes of raising our spirits. As I walked around I was randomly attacked by a stranger possessing bright purple dust...my entire head and neck were now covered in holy dust. Next year I will be there for sure for the initial dusting extravaganza.
Note: the band really does sing over and over "Hari Krishna"
1 comments:
i LOVE the festival of colors!!! i was COVERED last year and had a blast.
you and i have many many similar interests... love ailey, loved atonement, love cupcakes, teach yoga. we're practically sisters. glad you like my blog!
Post a Comment