Here in India, we are working the standard 6 day week, which means that when
we leave work on Saturday, we are off the clock until Monday. I've been feeling
a touch sick since yesterday morning, but I'll be damned if it'll keep me from
enjoying my day off.
I moved out of my old hotel into one that offers a few more amenities. The
last place had room service but only during normal meal hours which meant
that
those
days
in which I went to bed mid-afternoon and woke
up well before sunrise...
This little guy greeted us early one morning,
above the office entrance.
I
often went 16 hours without a meal (though, luckily, our host always made
up for the deficit, with plenty to spare).
I will miss seeing "Chicken Alabama" on the room service menu, though.
I'm
not from Alabama, but I don't think I've ever heard of a dish quite like
that.
If you are wondering about those prices, they are in rupees. Divide by
45 and
you get the approximate value in dollars. To make it easier for me (I'm
not so strong with math) I just move the decimal place over two spots to the
left and
double it.
Some rupees.
635 rupees is equal to about
$14, which could (theoretically) get me 4 servings of Chicken Alabama with
something left over for tip.
Today, leaving all work responsibilities (well, maybe I did a little work
in the morning) in the hotel room, Clasonda and I headed over to Panchami's
house.
Yah, just a camel in traffic, nothing to look
at here.
Panchami is a woman you hate to love (I mean that in the best way possible).
She's successful, beautiful, a gracious host, excellent cook, phenomenal mother,
loving wife,
doting daughter,
and
generous friend. She doesn't work directly with my company
but works in the same office as the people who do, and she simply jumped at
the chance to host us at her house. So while
she leaves us all feeling inferior, Clasonda and I knew we couldn't miss
the chance to spend the day with her.
Could Panchami's mother be any cuter? I love
her sari.
When drinks were done, we moved to the kitchen for a lesson in making stuffed
naan.
She makes it look so easy.
We had our fill of her delicious food and then she draped a sari on me.
Yes, sure, I remember all those steps.
I think the socks and bra strap really make
the outfit.
She topped off the look with a lovely necklace and a bindi. I'm
not sure I'm going to trade in my trousers and blazers for saris, but I can
see why so many women in India choose to wear these regularly.
You'd think with all this kindness, Panchami would feel content
seeing off two full and grinning guests, but she wasn't done with us yet.
They were lovely little dishes used during
the holidays. I plan to find a special place for mine at home.
After giving us gifts, she took us to the local shop where she bought her
outfit and we did a little shopping.
Clasonda is getting some custom made clothing.
This place rocks.
I would love to have had the time to get some outfits made before I left,
but I was happy to settle for shopping vicariously through Clasonda.
Believe it or not, this is the abridged post. I have many more pictures, including
some spinning to share with you. For now, though, I need some sleep.