I've been really wanting to go home. I've been sick. I miss my friends. And I want to go swimming and eat a salad. As I've been saying numerous times a day, these are dark times.
But some days in India aren't so bad. This morning old Bobby and I got up early to join some random foreigners for coffee, which was really fun (and free!). Afterwards, Bob had to leave for work, but I decided to go to the spa for some pampering.
It started with a massage from a tiny Asian woman who used her entire body weight to do her work. I didn't mind. I kept almost falling asleep. This tops my only other massage experience, which involved a creepy man-masseuse with a goatee that was too long and a pot belly that kept touching my bare body. Yikes. But anyway, Jennifer (which is definitely not her real name) was awesome. She even did a little handstand thing on my back at the end. It was like a break dance move... you know, the one they do right before they start spinning around on the floor?
After the massage I got a pedicure, which was long and luxurious. The little Indian guy smelled pretty ripe, and he enjoyed the leg rub part a little more than I would have liked, but whatevs. At least he did a good job on the polish, right?
Before I headed home, I stopped at a French bakery to get some chocolate truffles for Bob, who said he's having a bad day. And I got him some Doritos and Skittles too. And only India can you purchase Doritos and Skittles in a French bakery.
After days like today, I realize that these aren't dark times. They're just kind of hazy. But maybe that's just the smog.
But some days in India aren't so bad. This morning old Bobby and I got up early to join some random foreigners for coffee, which was really fun (and free!). Afterwards, Bob had to leave for work, but I decided to go to the spa for some pampering.
It started with a massage from a tiny Asian woman who used her entire body weight to do her work. I didn't mind. I kept almost falling asleep. This tops my only other massage experience, which involved a creepy man-masseuse with a goatee that was too long and a pot belly that kept touching my bare body. Yikes. But anyway, Jennifer (which is definitely not her real name) was awesome. She even did a little handstand thing on my back at the end. It was like a break dance move... you know, the one they do right before they start spinning around on the floor?
After the massage I got a pedicure, which was long and luxurious. The little Indian guy smelled pretty ripe, and he enjoyed the leg rub part a little more than I would have liked, but whatevs. At least he did a good job on the polish, right?
Before I headed home, I stopped at a French bakery to get some chocolate truffles for Bob, who said he's having a bad day. And I got him some Doritos and Skittles too. And only India can you purchase Doritos and Skittles in a French bakery.
After days like today, I realize that these aren't dark times. They're just kind of hazy. But maybe that's just the smog.
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