India continues to be a frenetic and interesting place. On my way to work every morning I pass the cows browsing in the trash on the side of the road. We narrowly avoid being pummeled by lorries and cabs, and pass the bicycles and pedestrians with just a hairs breadth of room. I have tremendous respect for anyone who can drive in this city; our driver is amazing!
Last night was a small moment of downtime (at about 10pm, mind you) where I was able to enjoy some quiet conversation in nice restaurant watching the skyline across the lake. In the day time it looks pretty swampy and you can't miss the shanty-towns, garbage, and chaos. But at night, the skyline looks peaceful and pretty. It reminded me a little of dinner at Salty's on Alki.
Though tired I am, the luxurious opulence that is my life at home is missed. Sometimes as a stink in my nostrils, other times with sadness and longing. Disparity is a constant friend.
Oddly enough, I don't mind the food. Perhaps maturity is upon me at last? Say it isn't so.