We spent a few days this week in Goa, a very small state on the western coast of India. The fishermen still use the same type of boats the Portuguese did in the 1600's. A man we met who was visiting from the UK and originally from Goa told us the beach we were staying at is the best in Goa - it's very clean and the waves are calm. Lucky us! We became acquainted with a few of the jewelry and sarong sellers and fruit vendors. These beautiful tribal women can't read or write, but they learned to speak English quite well from all the Westerners they met. Furtado's is definitely geared for a nonIndian crowd. We became new best friends (interesting how that happens when you're traveling) with a young woman in her 20's from Switzerland. Like other places in India, a variety of animals (dogs and water buffalo) share the space. On our last day we hired a driver and spent some time visiting the Catholic church in Old Goa where St. Francis Xavier is buried and the flea market in Anjuna (the sellers were all Indians and most of the customers were Westerners, some of whom looked to be straight out of the 60's!)
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