Back in India, and it finally feels right (more than 2 ½ weeks into it!). Sorry I haven’t taken any exciting photos yet, but some nice orphans I was 
hanging out with offered their modeling services to me in the Ramakrishna Ashram garden (while waiting for the bhajan (singing) to start to celebrate Vivekananda’s birthday anniversary) - one girl curiously looks more African than Indian but she's dancing flamenco(?). Just a few lines here - I promise to write mehr und besser in the future!
You know you’re in India when:
-you find yourself running into the street, chasing the barefoot man on the bike selling fresh herbs for 4 cents
-it’s considered totally normal if your Sanskrit teacher burps audibly 4 times in class
-the crossword puzzle is easy enough for even you to do
- boys working in restaurants don’t take their eyes off you the ENTIRE time you’re there
-people you try to tip question it, looking at you and saying, “Why?”
-the coffee is served sweeter than Dunkin’ Donuts coffee
-your biggest realistic fear is “what if that coconut tree dropping coconuts daily is feeling loose when I’m walking underneath it?”
-your biggest unrealistic fear is “what if the rickshaw doesn’t swerve in time to miss hitting that cow?!!”
-when the natives say, “see? this one isn’t spicy” and the snot is already halfway down your chin
-movie theaters are called “talkies” and movies “fil-ums”
Sabes que estás en la India cuando….
-de repente estás corriendo a la calle, detrás del hombre descalzo en bici que vende hierbas frescas a 4 céntimos
-se ve normal que tu profe de sánscrito eructa 4 veces fuertemente en 1 clase
-hasta tú puedes resolver el crucigrama
-los niños que trabajan en restaurantes no dejan de mirarte en NINGUN momento cuando estás ahí
-cuando intentas dar una propina a la chica que limpia, te mira y dice, “por qué?”
-el café se sirve más dulce que él de Dunkin’ Donuts
-tu miedo más palpable es “qué pasa si esta palmera de coco que suelta cocos a diario últimamente decide soltar uno justo cuando estoy yo pasando abajo?”
-tu miedo menos racional es “qué pasa si el rickshaw no gira a tiempo y chocamos con esta vaca!!??”
-cuando los autóctonos dicen, “ves que no pica esta?” los mocos ya se te caen por la barbilla
-los cines se llaman “talkies” (como, pelis “sonoras”) y las pelis “fil-ums”
hanging out with offered their modeling services to me in the Ramakrishna Ashram garden (while waiting for the bhajan (singing) to start to celebrate Vivekananda’s birthday anniversary) - one girl curiously looks more African than Indian but she's dancing flamenco(?). Just a few lines here - I promise to write mehr und besser in the future!
You know you’re in India when:
-you find yourself running into the street, chasing the barefoot man on the bike selling fresh herbs for 4 cents
-it’s considered totally normal if your Sanskrit teacher burps audibly 4 times in class
-the crossword puzzle is easy enough for even you to do
- boys working in restaurants don’t take their eyes off you the ENTIRE time you’re there
-people you try to tip question it, looking at you and saying, “Why?”
-the coffee is served sweeter than Dunkin’ Donuts coffee
-your biggest realistic fear is “what if that coconut tree dropping coconuts daily is feeling loose when I’m walking underneath it?”
-your biggest unrealistic fear is “what if the rickshaw doesn’t swerve in time to miss hitting that cow?!!”
-when the natives say, “see? this one isn’t spicy” and the snot is already halfway down your chin
-movie theaters are called “talkies” and movies “fil-ums”
Sabes que estás en la India cuando….
-de repente estás corriendo a la calle, detrás del hombre descalzo en bici que vende hierbas frescas a 4 céntimos
-se ve normal que tu profe de sánscrito eructa 4 veces fuertemente en 1 clase
-hasta tú puedes resolver el crucigrama
-los niños que trabajan en restaurantes no dejan de mirarte en NINGUN momento cuando estás ahí
-cuando intentas dar una propina a la chica que limpia, te mira y dice, “por qué?”
-el café se sirve más dulce que él de Dunkin’ Donuts
-tu miedo más palpable es “qué pasa si esta palmera de coco que suelta cocos a diario últimamente decide soltar uno justo cuando estoy yo pasando abajo?”
-tu miedo menos racional es “qué pasa si el rickshaw no gira a tiempo y chocamos con esta vaca!!??”
-cuando los autóctonos dicen, “ves que no pica esta?” los mocos ya se te caen por la barbilla
-los cines se llaman “talkies” (como, pelis “sonoras”) y las pelis “fil-ums”
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