I called ahead to the Trident, a 5 star hotel in Nariman Point, Mumbai, to alert them of our pending arrival from Bandra West. #ExpectUs
Now I ain't gonna lie, I told them I was kind of a big deal *bats eyelashes innocently*
Little did I know...
Let me set the scene--
The driver safely delivered us from our condo in northern Mumbai to the front door of the Trident. The lobby is fancy and the service was top shelf #YaKnow.
Now, ever since we touched down in Mumbai, we've been treated with the utmost respect. People are really polite. Like, too polite. I'm from Ferguson, people don't treat us nice. So this has taken some getting used to. So anyway, we get to the check in counter and I probably said thank you 50 times before they showed us to our room... way up in the sky, in the back... like the back back, like at the end of the hall...like, the penthouse corner suite.
Why don't you peep the view and let me know what you think--
And finally, we headed for the hotel's restaurant for lite fares and dranks-
My Grandma has long since been both aware of and at peace with her own mortality. A minute ago, my dad relayed that she told him that she really worries about me because I love her so much... that she doesn't know how I'll cope. She's told me that before, and I always tell her not to talk like that, but I guess it's my turn to tell her not to worry about me. #ShesHereNow #AndAlways