By way of Amsterdam, we flew to Delhi in an overall smooth travel experience. Notable points include:
-Courtney's shocking new hairstyle
-Kate didn't cause any international incidents this time
-No blood clots
-I only got lost once at the airport (a sobering experience which assures I will never let myself be alone again the rest of this trip)
-I wasn't nervous about anything at all when leaving home or being at the airport. Primarily it was the pure notion of being in India of all places for such a long time that was so incredibly absurd that I did not really understand what was happening. All of a sudden on the plane a few hours into the flight, it hit me: I am not coming home for almost FIVE MONTHS. BECAUSE I WILL BE IN INDIA. A flowchart of emotional turbulence:
Denial of situation --> Realization of commitment --> Fear and panic --> A second realization that there's no turning back --> Acceptance (+ lingering bit of fear in my stomach, or perhaps it was just the airplane food)
Then I was nervous. But so far, India's been great! After the airport, we trucked through all the smog and pretty stray dogs (yes mom, I refrained from petting them though I so very much desired) to our tour bus. Then, naturally, they adorned us with garlands of marigolds. We checked in an ultra swanky Hilton hotel... Supes fancy. They had a security scanner walkthrough outside (which was actually pretty lax) but still. This is certainly not representative of how we'll be living normally. Soon we will be venturing out of this westernized bubble... So until then, I don't know any Bengali farewells, but feel free to pretend that I do.
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