This is just to say that Anne, Annette, and I have arrived in Delhi, without much cause for concern, about 24 hours ago. The flight was a nonstop, 14 hr trek, but between the 230 in-flight movie choices, reading a Cosmo, and listening to Old Crow Medicine Show on my iPod, time passed quickly and I had little concept that at any moment we were 37,000 feet about the Atlantic, Russia, Afghanistan.
We have comfortable accommodations in the craziest part of the city. Last night we fell asleep to the alternating cattle moos and cartoon honking of rickshaws and bicycles. We’re staying near the heart of the city, in comfortable but certainly budget accommodations. Today we got our fix of local food and bearings, and tonight we will sleep off the rest of our jet lag.
My internet connection is spotty at best, and the power frequently cuts out in the whole building, so my post from here on out may be infrequent and retroactive in their content. What I can say is that India is intimidating , yes, but manageable, and English is available from every mouth, even the mango street vendor, who says “Hello” to show that he, too, knows one little bit of the language. But already it seems like a façade of ease, because lurking behind every phrase is a Hindi turn of the tongue.
I am enjoying the trip immensely, despite the layer of dust and grim already covering my body even after a day. Every particle of my skin is being assimilated, it seems. It’s still difficult to wrap my mind around the distance from home and different in culture, as assaulting as the colors, smells, and noises are at all hours. That I am here to stay and to survive is more definite when written than realized.