So I'm back in India. I flew from New York to Dubai and then Dubai to Delhi, then took a bus from Delhi to Jaipur. I'll be in Jaipur for a couple days and then I'm taking a train to Varanasi. While in Delhi, I had a 45 minute conversation with my taxi driver in Hindi, it's nice to know I haven't gotten completely rusty. He told me to watch out for Nigerian drug dealers. I haven't had a chance to see any of Jaipur yet, but it certainly smells the same. I never thought that the smell of humidity and burning tires would be soothing, but it is. It's nice to be back somewhere familiar for a bit. Due to jetlag, I have seen a lot of the inside of my hotel room. Luckily I have 24 hour- MTV Indian music videos to keep me company. Although it's having a subliminal message sort of effect on my temporally confused mind. I keep coming to the conclusion that I should either: run away to Mumbai to become one of the white back up dancers in all of the movies, spontaneously break into song and dance, or dress exclusively in neon polyester. Perhaps all three. I'll keep you posted on what happens.
Love,
Violet
Hi Violet,
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you decided to do your blog.
I look foward to following your trials, Dehli
bellies (hope not), but most of all fun.
Love
Karen
Thanks Karen!
ReplyDeleteHi Violet, Do you have any thoughts on where a 10th grader (sasha) could take a beginner Hindi class this summer? xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteThe ABC language institute would be a good start. It's a lot of adults though. I'll think about it more. What a great idea!
ReplyDeleteYay! Looking forward to it! Love you, sweetie.
ReplyDeleteDear Claire,
ReplyDeleteRemember, if they learn Hindi, then they want to run away to India. I recommend Latin.
Love,
Jessica