|On the train in Mumbai|
I haven't had too severe a case of jet lag, although I do feel a bit loopy. My body thinks it missed an entire night of sleep (which I think it did) and isn't sure when to catch up. Doing my best to wake with the sun and get exercise, eat well, and not go to bed before 7:00 PM even if I want to.
Looking back, it feels a bit surreal that I have gone to India and back. At the same time, it feels completely normal that I have seen and done these things and have all of these new friends with which to communicate on facebook. I'm not sure how to explain the convergence of these feelings. If you've traveled, I'm sure you've felt something similar.
What I'll miss about Mumbai:
-- street food (pani puri, bhel puri)
|With sweet S at Sharanam|
-- colorful saris and salwar kameez
-- interviewing young women and learning their thoughts about marriage
-- dancing to Bollywood music in a group where everyone knows the songs
-- talking "Hinglish" to taxi drivers
-- being blessed by hijras
-- the feeling of accomplishment every time I cross the street
-- surprises around every corner
-- R, S, Ch, Bh and all of the Sharanam girls, and of course, J, who is not a girl
-- Camille, Karen T., Starlene, Sharda, Ananda, Eva, and all of the volunteers and staff of CORP, Sharanam, and the other NGOs doing so much every day in Mumbai
-- my good friend Karen's generous spirit and kind heart, her anticipation of my needs as a guest and visitor to the city, her smiles - no matter what, sharing laughs, sharing food, sharing new experiences.
I can only wish for anyone reading my blog to have experiences like these in a new place: with someone who loves her city, is knowledgable and curious about it, reflective about cultural patterns, and doesn't mind traipsing all across town for the perfect meal. You're the best, Karen.
|Karen and her favorite eggs florentine|