Saturdays. Normally a day for me where fun, if any, doesn't begin until late in the afternoon. Yesterday was a completely different story. Sleep in till ten. Yes I know that is late but I really enjoy sleeping. Get ready for the day and make sure I am wearing a white shirt. At 2:15 I'm out the door heading to Spanish Fork with a group of friends. Upon reaching Spanish Fork we realized that we should have gone a little bit farther down the freeway to avoid the massive amount of cars on main street. After over an hour in the car we finally arrived at our destination. The Harikrishna Temple. For those of you don't know what this is, it is a hindu temple where every year a festival takes place called the Festival of Colors. Hundreds of people get together to celebrate peace. You may ask how we do people do that in a festival? The answer is quite simple. We throw chalk at each other and up into the air.
Counting down from 20 you could feel the anticipation in the air. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Suddenly you can't see anything but a cloud of dust. Although it may be hard to breathe it is quite a liberating experience. There is dancing, food, and plenty of chalk. Heading home you could tell which cars were heading home from the festival. Not only by how the people in the car were all very colorful but that each car was packed like a can of sardines with sometimes seven or eight people in a five passenger car. The looks you get when walking home along a busy street all colorful and wearing a shirt that looks like it hasn't been washed in months is quite funny.
And a shower has never felt quite as good.
But if you don't like getting hugged by random people or having random person come up and ask you if they can use your shirt to see if they can get a face imprint on it it may not be the festival for you. LOL.The face imprint thing happened to one of my friends just after we got there so his shirt was nice and white. The perfect canvass for this young artist.
