Festival of Colors

Yesterday Peter and I went to the festival of colors with a bunch of our friends. For those who don't know, the festival of colors is a Krishna celebration. The story goes like this. There was a witch named Holika who was killing babies and children by taking them into the fire so they could get burned. One day she tried to take a boy into the fire who chanted a mantra about lord Krishna, so he was protected, and the witch got burned instead of him. To celebrate this event, they burn an effigy of the witch and throw colorful chalk into the air to represent the joy of overcoming evil, or something like that. Anyway, so we went to the Krishna temple, ate some awesome Indian food, watched some cool dances, and threw colorful chalk into the air and at each other. It was amazing. We got soooooo dirty from the chalk, and couldn't breathe for a little while because of all the chalk in the air. But it was a blast. We will probably go again next year if we're in town. And we will go EARLY so we can get a good parking spot. Pictures to come...