Picture a flip-flop in your head. Now imagine the area that fits directly between your big toe and your second toe. You could envision a situation where the strap of a flip-flip would become detached at that particular point. Well today, I saw a man on the side of the road attempting to fix such a flip-flop with no other multipurpose tool than the screwdriver. Just thought I'd share that with you.
Backtracking a little to yesterday....we discovered a restaurant that serves seafood yesterday. Being the pescatarian that I am, this fact excited me greatly. Ironically I didn't end up ordering any kind of seafood. I did, however, order the most exciting-sounding dish on the menu: Chilly Milly. I'm not sure if Milly is a person or a spice or if it's trying to distract from the improper spelling of chili. It's also possible it was a failed reference to the 50's penguin cartoon Chilly Willy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chilly_Willy), but who knows. The dish turned out to be a tasty veggie mix in (of course) a creamy sauce. The food is incredibly rich here, especially when we eat out it seems the oil and cream are quite overdone.
We went to a restaurant/bar last night where, as the DJ informed me, they only played "rock and retro," somehow that included a country song or two. I must say I never thought I'd hear Green Day in India. As much as we wanted to jam out to the classic tunes, a sign by the DJ read "Dancing Strictly Prohibited." For a place where the coasters read, "Everyone should believe in something and we believe you should have another drink..." I was a tinge bit surprised. Of course, the next goal is finding a place that allows or even encourages dancing.
Today was the third day of class. We're learning Hindi (the alphabet) little by little and starting to get more comfortable in discussion with one another (in our history course). I'm honestly pretty intimidated by the brilliance of our professor, but tonight we had dinner with him so I'm hoping tomorrow I won't be so intimidated. The hotel we're staying at actually treated us to dinner at an Italian restaurant. It was much nicer than I thought it would be to have a break from all the Indian food and to munch on bruschetta, pasta, pizza, focaccia bread (where have you been, my friend yeast?), and lime cheesecake (which tasted more like thick whipped cream than cheesecake). I also found out that (as perplexing as this sounds) our Indian born and raised Hindi teacher doesn't care for spicy food. He couldn't eat the penne with red sauce and asked for white sauce instead. I was honestly flabbergasted. Forgive the stereotype but I thought Indians were the kings and queens of spice. I thought Indian spices separated the men from the boys and natives always came out winning. Looks like I don't know as much as I think I do about this country, its cuisine, and its people.
In the middle of our dinner outside, it started to rain. Sprinkles turned into heavier drops and eventually the huge group of 26 of us headed indoors for cover. When we left the restaurant maybe an hour later, the streets were completely flooded. I believe India has a serious lack of a draining system for the roads so they quickly turn into rivers when it rains. By that I mean that we were lucky we could drive all the way back to the hotel--many drivers around us were standing in a foot or two of running water literally pushing their flooded cars along the river road. It was quite the spectacle.
Again I'm up too late so I must hit the hay.
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