I fell in love with Nawalgarh almost instantly. I’m almost tempted to say it was my favorite place that we visited— but Jaipur is competing pretty strongly. I think if I went back to India, I wouldn’t be able to choose between the two and would just end up at both again πŸ™‚ And if I had to choose between the two? Then I don’t know, I’d probably sit in a corner and cry– or some other dramatic thing along those lines.

After our first bus ride and visit to see the panchayat, we made it late into the night into Nawalgarh. We pulled into our hotel (mine, and many of us)— our favorite hotel. It was such a magical place— the most mosquito heavy for sure, but my favorite place nonetheless (so that says a lot). The next morning we work up, there was yoga (maybe, unless I have my days mixed up) and we headed into the village for sight seeing and market exploring.

Nawalgarh was wonderful— a busy, but calm place. And for tourists? We were the only ones. It felt great to be experiencing the town without the hassle of everyone trying to sell you this and that. In fact, no one really cared if we bought anything at all– we could walk around, make friends, and there was no fuss– we just had to be careful not to be run over by motorcycles, cows, donkeys, tuktuks and whatever else was on the unpaved roads. Colors everywhere. I was in love.

this way.

that way.

that way again.

and back.

we bought souvenirs. My gift was a really kind and thoughtful gift…. you know, something for Alex to make me bread on πŸ˜‰ And we worked hard on our owl poses. 

moments after being dropped off in town. the unknown awe, excitement— or fear of it all πŸ˜‰ 

Hi lisa! Lisa always looked like a badass in her attire– like a boss.

I loved all the smaller doors tucked in the big doors— you know, one is people sized, one is elephant sized πŸ˜‰ 

vegetables. everywhere.

What do you do when the streets are too narrow for your bus? You jump on a took took and whiz through the streets of course— and then accidentally leave your sunglasses on one and have the driver give them back to you an hour later (thank you!)

still waiting on the movie, raha….. you too lisa…..

We were all super intrigued with this moment— a group of Aravani walked by— “neither man or women, a third gender.” Our guide Dinesh tried to explain– but we were still bit lost in translation, but excited by the colorful hot pinks and flirty personalities nonetheless.

Nawalgarh was a bit of a drive to get to— but it was unlike any other place we visited and it was completely worth it. I’m sure there are many towns and villages similar to it in India, but I’m grateful this is the place we ended up in on our trip. And I’ll keep dreaming about the idea of going back here again.

I have so many more specific moments and pictures to share of this place— pottery, tidy, cooking lessons, the details of the haveli’s— but I couldn’t go without sharing a whole post of just the colors throughout the town. My only regret? Not laying out this post to create a rainbow of colors πŸ˜‰ Next time.

You can see more photos from Above The Clouds & my India trip: HERE.
*I stole some of these photos from Above The Clouds. (Thanks Lisa!)

Dreaming forever of more travel colors. Happy colorful dreamy thursday, friends πŸ™‚ 


  1. What a gorgeous, vibrant, colourful place. Lovely to see the real India, beyond the tourist trail. CJ xx