I spent the last four days in a hospice, Skanda Vale, relaxing, chatting and painting pictures. Of the five patients who were there, I was, I discovered, the only one with cancer. It felt good to be giving my wife a break -- though we spoke daily via Skype. The food was good and vegetarian. The hospice is, after all, financed by a Hindu ashram about five miles away.
The ashram has two elephants that they revere but that are not open for public viewing. I asked to see them, telling one of the Sisters at the hospice much about Hinduism on Trinidad. While I was visiting them, one of the elephants gave me a blessing. This involved it tapping my head with the tip of its trunk. I gave it an apple, which it picked up from my hand with its trunk, in return for having my hair filled with elephant snot.