Villiage Life

We stayed with our very dear friends in the small villiage of Arambol. After weeks of depending on restaurants for food, it was lovely to be able to cook and share home*made meals once again. Each weekday, we would have a Scripture meditation time together from 11am to noon. After that, we ate a communal meal that we took turns cooking each day. It was deeply nourishing to both our bodies and souls.


It didn't take long to get in the groove of villiage life there. The "bread walla" rode his bike through town every morning selling small buns of fresh baked bread. He had a tiny horn that announced his presence and roused us from bed at around 6am every morning for our daily fix of these tasty little rolls. A tiny shop down the road sold fresh eggs, milk, curd, a few vegetables, and some other basics like rice and flour. The main area of Arambol is a good walk down the beach. Here there is a strip of seemingly endless tiny clothing shops and restaurants that cater to hippie tourists.



We also rented a scooter for a couple days to make trips outside the villiage.


The closest town is Mapusa, where they have a bustling outdoor market on Fridays.