Day 8 - Still in Dharmsala - growing roots in Mcleod Ganj

I saw an eagle from my room today, its call demanded my attention away form my computer. Unable to stay too far from my room because of the inevitable gastrointestinal challenges to my body, I stayed home today and enjoyed the peacefulness of my room with a view. I use my computer to organize my photos and my thoughts, as I've begun a routine of writing about each of my days here in this very special country. I am luckyto have this room. I have seen many of the other rooms around town and mine has an unobstructed view of the mountain range, and along with that a hill that the locals; human, goats and cows, traverse daily up and down the path between the stream below and the village above. I hear the sound of rushing water coming down the hill from the almost daily rains. The monsoon brings thunder that rolls across the mountain range like nothing I have ever heard before in my life. I could listen to it all day. The goats cry when they become too wet from the rains, birds sing, and  black crows often land in the large pine that stands directly in front of my room. The electricity goes out again and I am forced to put away my computer, especially a computer. In a place like this, it just doesn't seem right to be on a computer anyway.