OFF TO BENGALURU I 'd hoped to post a bunch of Mysore pictures today , but for some reason the computer ca n't log on to my friend 's new WiFi service . So here are just a couple . * * * Of course leaving Mysore was bittersweet . More sweet than bitter , actually . I wanted to cry at every goodbye . Actually I did break down a few times . I saw the coconut family one last time ; they brought out the new baby , Sneha , who is too cute . It 's hard to feel bad when you 're in the presence of a happy baby .

A: Why did the writer want to cry at every goodbye ?

Eighteen minutes later , having driven an average speed of 80 mph , we 're back at our house to collect the tickets . Forty - five minutes later , we 're at the airport . Unfortunately , we 're three minutes late for the final check - in .

A: What may happen after they miss their check - in ?

It serves as a reminder to make sure you drink enough water through the day , especially if you are unaccustomed to the heat and that much walking ! The rides are WAY over the top loud too imo .

A: Why does one need to stay properly hydrated in this activity ?

But it worked out quite well anyway , and I find myself thinking maybe that is fate . Maybe somehow my hubris with my other older , Polish patient who suffered such a terrible loss , maybe somehow I provoked the fates to turn on us . I say us because I know my suffering was nothing like hers , but was a suffering still .

A:
Why does the narrator have such empathy for the Polish person ?