A Weekend To Remember..

I don't even know where to begin! I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written...the days just seem to fly by now that I have a schedule, and without anything too exciting going on (which most of the time is now a good thing, since excitement can be troublesome with 70 kids in one creche) I've stopped writing. BUT, are you in for a treat!! You'll have lots of stories and even more pictures coming up in the next few days..

So let's get started. This past Friday, the 13th of course, was when my travels began. I left Sangam around 3 pm to get to the airport in Pune. My flight was leaving by 5, or so I thought. I had quite an experience at the airport, as a 31 year-old Frenchmen sat next to me and asked me quite early in the conversation if I had ever tasted the "french kiss". After I said No, and he asked if I'd like to, I responded that we American girls need a few dinner dates before anything like that happens. I think he got the point...luckily he boarded his flight and I waited a long 5 hours more for mine. My flight was delayed and didn't leave Pune until 9 pm. I arrived in Delhi by 11 with a call from Mom and Mrs. Holmes; they had reached Delhi as well but the hotel didn't send a car for either of us. (We were at two separate airports, the domestic and international). So, I said I felt fine getting a cab...ooOoo was I sooo not fine. After I asked a group of men (standing next to cabs) if anyone would take me to my destination, a younger guy said, sure. I followed him...and followed him..past all the taxis and cars, down the road leading out of the airport, across the street to some sketchy area. The whole time I'm thinking "wow..I've made it this long in India, and now I'm going to get pulled into some chai stand and killed here in Delhi". A car soon pulled up and the guy told me to get in. "Uh, is this safe? It's a Cab?" I said. "Yes..you're safe" He laughed and smiled at me. I couldn't tell if it was a humorous laugh or a demonic one, but I chose to believe the former. So I got in, and had quite a ride. The young kid driving (20 years old), asked me all about sex in America. Was it free? Do we pay? I've come to find in this country that a lot of things are just free game to ask about and to talk about, for such a modest country I was feeling very awkward. I quickly grabbed my phone and pretended to be talking to Mom and then so conveniently my boyfriend from home. I think this guy got the point too very quickly. (I'm making a good name for American girls..enough of them thinking we are easy targets!) The streets in Delhi were much more developed and pot-hole free than those in Pune. I didn't get too much shock from Delhi after living in India for 6 weeks. Not to mention it was dark when I arrived Friday. I reached the hotel by midnight and Mom and Mrs. Holmes weren't far behind me. We all sat up chit-chatting and sharing our airport experiences until we passed out by 3 am.