Hiding out in a Hostel, to get a break from being in the house. (Mustache Hostel in Kailash Colony, New Delhi, it’s very nice if you wanted to know)
Just finished my first Hindi lesson which went supremely well. I was riding some mild euphoria at finally getting out, doing something, learning something.
Finding out about all these cool things I could do, but seems I’ll have to branch out on my own IF AT ALL POSSIBLE.
Ahhh it’s been so hard to do anything. We were going to go to Agra yesterday to see the Taj Mahal, but his dad pronounced it “too foggy” and said we couldn’t go. So his friend went without us instead. We spent the day at home.
I really get frustrated being cooped up like this. I’m starting to get snappy with him, and I really don’t want to turn into one of those sitcom wife-types.
I found a place that has salsa dancing on Tuesday nights, but his mom already said I can’t go out dancing because it’s too dangerous.
Aiiya. I told him I won’t come back to see him in India till he moves out of the house. I think I mean it. Never thought I’d be relieved to finally get back to Fargo, but it’s sorta looking like that.
Anyways I just bought a round trip plane ticket for Bangalore so I’ll be going there in two weeks.
Also: I have almost one hundred percent decided to do El Camino this summer. (This is a pilgrimage in Spain.)
Considering buying a smaller camera. My nikon D700 that I bought in high school is VERY HEAVY. I need something more low-key.
here’s a Punjabi song for you. 12 saal – bilal saeed