Many thought that Sean and I had lost our minds when we announced that we’d be spending much of August in India. Scorching heat. Monsoons. Not to mention all the wonderful diseases, such as Dengue fever, malaria, typhoid and polio, that we could contract. However, by day four we’re both alive, well and, beyond being drenched in sweat, dry each day. Our sultry journey began in New Delhi, the bustling capital of this exotic land. On our first morning here we strolled over to Lodi Gardens where women in colorful saris and white running shoes jogged alongside men in shorts and T-shirts. As with all of Delhi, Lodi Gardens was dotted with ruins from the region’s Mughal period. Lodi was beautiful but, at 8 a.m., already quite a warm place to be — 90 degrees and climbing. Following in the footsteps of locals and tourists alike, we rented not a car but a car and driver to take us around the city. Smart move. As in Turkey and Morocco, where Sean drove and I nervously …