There is a lot more to Goa than being the party capital of India. It is perhaps the only place in India where colonisation has not left a bad taste. The Portuguese culture has seamlessly interlaced itself with the Konkani soil and is fondly cherished and upheld with pride. While the Christian population is open to talk about the conversion practices, they have embraced the faith with open arms.
A large part of Goa is being aggressively moulded to leverage the business opportunity created due to the high inflow of national and international tourism. For example, most beaches are flooded with shacks pushing businesses while playing loud Punjabi soundtracks. However a large part of the small state specially down south lags behind and remains to be quiet, rooted and quite Indo European in character.
This time, my husband and I wanted to explore this mystical hinterland. The beaches are usually named after the villages they flank. We choose to stay in Benaulim, one such small sleepy fishing village.
We were welcomed by a lovely family of four in their Goan style home – Charlie, his Swiss wife and 2 lovely kids – a 9ish boy and a 6ish girl – very simple, warm and one with nature. They had built their house by themselves using the quintessential laterite stone and the Mangalore tiles. It had tall columns in the verandah and big windows for ample air and sunlight. They had grown fruits, vegetables, spices all around the house. There were frogs hopping around, butterflies flapping their wings. It was truly extra ordinary.