Okay I’m here in freaking India.
Running like I’m home
alone. The flight in Salt Lake city
was delayed by HOURS. As a result, the
time in between connecting flights shrunk.
I was out of the plane and on the terminal with 13 minutes to spare
before the flight to London left me.
Ralf talked to me on the phone and just kept saying, “Run. Run. Run.” When I got off the plane, I bolted and ran
and ran like I was in the movie Home Alone, so I laughed the whole way. It was a long way to run and I barely made
it. I ended up next to a pair of
grandparents and their granddaughter on their way to Sweden and some other
obscure country for a graduation present to the g-daughter (spoiled
brat!). The grandparents were professors
of psychology at Chicago University. It
made me terribly bored and uncomfortable.
At one point the grandma mentioned to me how it was gross to sit behind
another plane ingesting the fumes of the other plane’s jet fuel. She said it was stinky. The grandfather persistently tapped on her
right shoulder until she gave complete attention and said: “If you can’t say
something nice, don’t say anything at all.”
This made me laugh hysterically and I even said, “Look at this guy!” as
I pointed to the grandfather with my thumb.
The whole family was shocked by my rude behavior. It just felt like, “If you can’t be
absolutely calm and robotic, then don’t be.” He needs to lighten up. With his Ph.D. Just rhyming here.
A dear friend. I sat by an Indian man wearing a button up
shirt, casual pants, and a pair of cool spectacles on the plane from
London. I was tired and hungry and
nodding off as I sat in a “spacious” airplane seat. This man and I were determined the first hour
of the flight to ignore each other’s existences, when finally dinner was coming
and we had to put away our gadgets and exchange a few common phrases with each
other regarding the weather, the flight, the food, etc. We talked the remainder
of the flight about everything from arranged marriage to BMWs to education to
religion to the fact that we normally dread the thought of talking to a
stranger on an airplane. We watched
Taylor Swift and Mariah Carey music videos together on his iPad and a film on
my laptop. One of my favorite phrases he
said about life was, “Everything is bull s#@$ anyway.” Instead of being overly analytical about life
and questioning motives or philosophy all the time, this theory is much more
funny to me and peaceful. This man made
me feel so calm and safe and I had no worries at all about India from that
point on. He helped me fill out the
customs form, carried my bags, waited for me to claim my baggage, let me use
his phone to call Americans, exchanged my money for me, and even gave me his
Indian phone to make sure he could track that I got to Karuna Home Safely. He is an angel sent to me for a strange time
in my life.
My first Indian meal and first experience with their...toilets. |
The drive through India. |
The driver. He was very stylish and listened to Justin Bieber and other popular American music on the way back that I, of course, had never heard before.
There was one good 80s song and Black Eyed Peas song, but the rest was
not my cup of tea. Whatever that means. The driver and I had some communication issues, but was
fun to muddle through it. It was hot
with no air conditioning and pop music and terrible traffic, but it was the
most fun car ride of my life.
Being the special
educator. I’m excited in a weird way
to be “the special educator,” but also intimidated. I’ve been “the special educator” back at
home, but here it seems to be a bigger deal because of the rare nature of
people in this field. Plus, nobody likes
having anything expected of them, right?
Ha ha, I just want them to expect I’ll eat really well and go to bed on
time, and that everything else will be extra.
Then I’ll really be the special
educator of all time.
The kids. The children are so beautiful and everything
and more what I expected they’d be. So
much personality, love, and sweet spirits.
I feel surrounded my familiarity when I’m with them, and I’m thrilled to
carry out my research and just be in their presence as much as possible.
‘Til soon.
I'm so homesick for India! A great post, BeBe La, and thanks for the photos--keep 'em comin'. You are off to a good start.
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