I saw the Taj Mahal. Twice. Once at sunrise, and once at sunset. Who is jealous? If I were you, I would be. Pictures do no justice to the Taj. It is huge! Huge and marble. Huge, marble, and the 8th wonder of the world. Cool huh? I got there, stared for quite some time at what was right in front of me, took about 200 pictures, and then approached the Taj. I just had to touch it. And I did. I touched the Taj Mahal. For a history major, this was pretty fantastic. I also went inside the Taj. I put on my little booties over my shoes, took a deep breath, and there I was, standing inside this marble madness. Incredible. Agra also provided us with more examples of Mughal opulence. Along with the Taj we also visited Fatehpur Sikri, which were sandstone palaces and Agra fort, which was this massive Mughal fort. Both of these were pretty incredible sites as well. The next day we visited the Gandhi museum. The museum was actually the very place that Nathuram Godse shot and killed Gandhi. And I was there. It didn’t really hit me until after we left that this was the place of Gandhi’s martyrdom. It also hadn’t hit me, until after I left, that I had walked on the very path that the great Gandhi had once walked on.
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