Oct 30th: Konkan Coast

Everything is Beautiful:

 We biked 43 miles up the Konkan Coast of Maharastra this weekend. I don't know if it's because I grew up in flatlands IL and then went to school in cornfields WI, but I will never ceased to be amazed by mountains. 

I also can't feel my butt anymore. 

HOW I KNOW I'VE BEEN IN INDIA FOR A LONG TIME:

- The puppies that live in the courtyard where we practice yoga are almost as big as their mother

- My hair is so long that I don't need bobby pins to hold it together in a braid anymore

- They finished paving the road on my way to school. So now I don't have to walk in puddles of trash 

- I no longer have to surpress my gag reflex while watching my host mom eat yogurt/rice mush with her hands 

- I'm more used to being covered in sweat than not

- My first mosquito bite scars are beginning to fade

- Monsoon season is over 

- Sunita has completed the arduous task of navigating the Indian bureaucratic system to get her ration-card (the document that says that she exists.) 

- I finished my biscuit drawing.