Overstimulated

A few notes.

1. I'm dirty. Everyday my face and nostrils are caked in dirt and grime. Thank goodness for facial wipes.

2. The men in India are drab, at least in attire. The women are like gemstones in a basket of pebbles. It doesn't seem to matter what their economic status is, the women's saris are always a rich, bright color. It's like nature reversed where the females display their plumes and waggle about to attract a mate. I don't think that's their intention, but it certainly attracts my eye.

3. Life in India is organic. Even the traffic. It is always flowing. Adjusting and altering course to get around an obstacle. Even though every bit of day-to-day life is chaotic and frantic, things get done. As Sai remarked, it has to. I kind of envy it. American life is so rigid in comparison. You have to fill out the right forms, follow the right steps, in the right order, at the right time. We could use a bit of the flavor here at home.

4. Traveling without knowing the language is hard! I got around in S. America fine because I spoke some Spanish. But man, I would be so lost here without 
a translator. All I can do is stare back blankly when someone tries to speak to me. I feel so dumb! I've just started to pick up a few Hindi words like one, two, hundred, how much, no. But we'll be heading to South India where they don't speak Hindi. D'OH!

5. Holy sugar high. I feel like I've been eating non-stop since we took off from Chicago. Every meal is followed by either chai or coffee. Both of which are sugared and milky. Yum, yes. Happy tummy, no. There are some traditional foods and treats that are nearly pure sugar. They taste so good, but my body just won't take more than a few nibbles.