July 2, 5:20 p.m. India time

	IN INDIA!
	The airport was the most relaxed, un-American, un-everything-I-know airport I'd ever been to. Finding the relatives was easy and jumbled and then there was a four-hour car ride to Selin's mom's house. We were waving in and out among autos and cars so unlike American cars and lots of motorcycles (women in saris on mopeds make me smile!) and occasional carts drawn by oxen and an elephant. The bumpers of trucks and buses say "sound horn" and, honking, we zoomed in and out of lames. The other car we were with ran a red light, as per usual, but a policeman stopped them to get a bribe.
	There are palm trees everywhere. We stopped by a roadside stand and I got a coconut with a straw in it and a tiny banana that was the best I've ever eaten. The mountains here seem strangely shaped to me. We passed a wind farm. Apparently it's always windy here.
	Now we're in a town called Palayankottei. Only a few of Selin's relatives speak English. They are amused by my attempts at Tamil. After I refused to eat with a spoon but ate with my hands like the rest, they said Selin had done a good job of teaching me to be Indian. (smiling face)
	A little while ago I finally took a much-needed shower. From the bathroom window I saw a neighbor's yard, where a man was pumping water, and a roof on which a girl was reading out loud from a book.
	And now we and a bunch of guy cousins are watching The Matrix. yay. (smiling face)

July 3, 9:54 pm. India time

	My favorite activities so far are taking walks and looking out of the window. This morning I was just taking pictures of the view from across the roofs and caught sight of a woman across the street, on her roof. She smiled and pulled back a sheet-curtain and her daughter waved at me, too. This evening I was looking out the front grille again – it runs along the hallway on the second floor – and they were outside their house, on the street, tugging back and forth like it was a game. They saw me watching and then they both called the children out of the house across the street from us, and I waved to all. For a while, every time I walked by they yelled "Hey!" until I waved.
	The streets are narrow with open sewers running alongside. This morning Synthia woke up early enough to watch all the women wet the street in front of their homes and trace designs on their doorsteps in white chalk. I woke early enough to watch a woman with a spade-thing cleaning the sludge in the sewers and to watch people selling greens from bicycles go by.
	Later we went to Ponmani-attha's house to look at pictures and talk to Selin's cousin Stephen, who's out of school due to a teacher strike, and then to Chinna-pathi's house. That house was so tiny, three rooms the size of large closets, but it was on the edge of dried-up rice paddies and there was a nice wind there. We ate fried peanuts. Chinna-pathi, Selin's grandmother's sister, said there were a lot of people from Singapore here, including a few girls who look just like me. We think she can't tell light-skinned people apart. She wondered out loud why white people don't have black hair, because they'd look so much better, and said she didn't like us wearing Western clothes. Later, at Selin's mom's house, I came downstairs in a long skirt and the athas (aunts) were happy to see it instead of baggy pants. Everyone will see me in a sari soon. (smiling face) 
	Lunch was at Ponmani-attha's, served on banana leaves. I had trouble eating the payasam (tapioca balls and rice noodle-things in sweet sauce) with my hands.
	This morning I saw a pali (gecko). This evening Synthia, her little cousin Franklin and I took a walk through lit streets, but we couldn't go many places because of dogs.

July 4, 9:45 a.m. India time

	The electrical current's back. It cuts out every once in a while. Though this house has a reserve or something, on the reserve the light and fan run only at half strength.
	This morning, Selin's dad showed me and Synthia around, explaining the chalk-markings the women make (Hindu prayers for the money god or goddess) and other things. Dailits (untouchables) are the ones that clean the sewers. Many people don't have bathrooms inside and just use the sewers. I saw a woman selling the spiky fruits bigger than watermelons, called jackfruits. The streets smelled like incense in places, from the morning puja (Hindu prayer).
	During breakfast, Selin asked me how I through jackfruits grow and was disappointed that I'd already heard they grow on trees. She said they look like tree-tumors. (smiling face) 
	I am more used to things but am still drinking in sights that must be common to people here – women pumping water and girls in uniforms and children going to school in autos and goat-kids nursing, cats on palm-leaf roofs, everything. 
	Cake is an acceptable breakfast food.

Sabbath, July 5, 7:32 a.m. India time

	I woke up around 5. While I was up, I stood at the second-floor grating for more than an hour, watching the sky get light and women clean the streets and draw their prayers. One woman had outlined her prayer in some dots before she drew it, but I was sure it would turn out in a haphazard maze of squiggles... but it ended up being a symmetrical loopy pattern, like a Celtic knot. I spent time watching a cat on a roof and lizards on the wall, and I shone my flashlight through the grating onto them, which made lizards look translucent. 
	Yesterday we went down to Chinna-pathi's twice, and the second time we went outside so Selin could take pictures and a whole crowd of children gathered, equally fascinated by me and by the camera, which was a digital one that displayed the pictures on the back. Chinna-pathi called even more people over and soon there were women with their children and old ladies. Selin would take pictures of the kids and then would wait a long time while they all took a look at the photo. They stared at me too... I really wished, then, that I could speak in Tamil... the women asked about developing photos and about me... The women wondered at how little jewelry we wore, and Selin told them how in the U.S. people just get married without concern for dowry. They said they had only seen white people in the movies and asked why those people could speak Tamil (cause those movies are dubbed). And they laughed and talked about how if they suddenly showed up on a street in the U.S., how they would gather a crowd, too. And at first I thought, no, but then I pictured a dark, dark woman in a long sari with nose rings and a bindi on her forehead, carrying a naked child on her hip, showing up in the middle of some all-white Midwestern town... if people didn't crowd around, they'd probably still stare.
	The boldest of the children grabbed my hand, so I shook it and said "Vanakum" (greetings). Then they all wanted to shake my hand. One of the older boys made the Indian greeting motion, putting the hand together, and when I did it, they almost screamed with laughter.
	They followed us into the house and peeked in the windows and Chinna-pathi told a new girl coming in, "She's just like you... only white."
	Except, standing outside this morning looking at the street, I thought about how I might not be the same. I thought about crowed markets and women rising early to begin their cleaning, the narrow streets and their stray animals, the teacher strikes and the mass arrests that follow, the way the mornings and evenings smell of incense, the way a 20-minute drive is a long way away... and I wondered what sorts of souls will be built up among such things... I am so aware, here, of how great an outsider I am. I am learning every day more of how the people here live, but to what purpose am I learning, if I will go home to something completely different?
	Yesterday, we went to the graveyard in Nazareth, sort of the city from which Selin's family has come. We brought a huge woven bundle with huge flower-garlands in it, and we lay them on the  grave of Selin's uncle that died a few months ago... and we put there candles, too, and incense. People cried... The men here cry as I have not seen men cry in the U.S. They do not try to hide it at all, and no one moved to comfort anyone else. Selin's father made sure that Selin and Synthia took pictures. The sky was leaden-grey.
Selin told me later that they did comfort each other, but after the wreath-laying, later by the cars... and only in words, not in gestures.
	One of Selin's relatives made lemonade... the lemons smelled so good. We also had biscuits and different kinds of bananas. In Nazareth, pigs roamed the streets.
	As many as three people ride one bicycle – one on the bars in front, one on the seat, one on the bike rack in back. Tiny children ride on huge bicycles. Selin's cousins Rajkumar and Manoj ride motorcycles.
	The first time we went to Chinna-pathi's, I felt so lame because when smoke blew out of the kitchen, my eyes watered along time, as if I was crying, and Chinna-pathi's always so concerned about me.
	"Close the kitchen door!"
	"It doesn't close more than halfway."
	"Why do you have a door then?"
	And said with almost a wink, "For security."
	I like watching the house next to Chinna-pathi's... yesterday, as a woman splashed water around the doorstep, the sun caught it so it shone all around her.
	As I splashed water yesterday over my feet from a tin cup to get the dirt off, I felt very Indian.
	Jackfruits have sweet orange flesh around lots of pretty pits that looked like polished pebbles with the pattern of some strange wood... but they smell sour and turn white as they dry.

July 6, 2:26 p.m.
	The aunts all like me because I eat well. They keep putting new and tasty thing before me, fruits and hot milk with sugar (it tastes different here, not pasteurized or homogenized... I wanted some curds at lunch but I was full.) They still laugh when I say a Tamil word, especially if it's a new one.  
	Now the cousins are all trying on Synthia's nail polish. It is in style, apparently, to paint just one of your thumbnails. Even they guys are trying it on and kidding around, swiping each other's arms with nail polish.

July 1, 7:48 a.m.
	We're in the village now – Palanniappapuram. Already (it's later the same morning) I've walked to the end of the village in every direction. No more than a hundred houses, surely. 
	Yesterday, Synthia and I were walking around the village and a dozen or two little children started following us. "It's like a parade," I said, and Synthia answered, "Yeah, and you're the balloon." I felt like the pied piper, and laughed when I realized I could steal all the children of the village.
	I was hanging out with Synthia because Selin was sleeping. We went over to her cousin's... they have cows, goats, and chickens. Also two daughters. The youngest was so tiny – perhaps less than a month old – that the mother said we had to wait a few months to take a picture of her. The mother is my age. She got married at 15 or 16. 
Selin said people think it bad luck to photograph pregnant women or children less than 10 months. She said the belief is the flash will hurt their eyes, but the belief probably comes from the great chance of the baby dying in 10 months. Babies aren't usually named for a year after they're born, Selin said.
	Synthia often goes next door to visit her friends. They stopped going to school in sixth grade and make bidi – Indian cigarettes – instead. Selin says they will likely get cancer in their fingers.
	This morning Selin and I went next door to the Adventist church/school/doctor... the pastor spoke English! The only other person I've met here who knows much English is Selin's visiting uncle. 
	When we walk in the streets, random people stop to ask our names or talk to us. Sometimes they ask, in English, "How are you?"
	Selin, her cousin's husband and I just went to the store. A man there was putting four goats into a basket on the back of his moped!
	So yesterday we went to a Hindu temple. There were lots of good statues, but I was more interested in the bats that were flapping around there, and kittens.
	While we were there, the driver heard that we'd gone to a fair and made fun of us. "I bet all you did was eat apalam and buy stupid things," he said. And he was right. Selin got a laser pointer, her cousin Jemi got a cage with a fake bird that sings when someone moves the cage; everyone got the huge sheets of crispy rice stuff, apalam. Oh, and we saw the snake lady: head of a woman, tail of a snake. Selin said she felt like she was back in the 20s. I attracted about as much attention as the snake lady. One girl saw me and opened her eyes, afraid as if she'd seen a ghost.

June 8, 5:00 p.m.

	We just got back from Nazareth, visiting a relative of Selin's. There is an Adventists boarding school across the street. The feel about the place is nice – broad dusty walkways lined with green bushes. A nice mix of sun and shade. Also Selin drove an auto, jerkily, and we watched goats fight in the road.
	On the drive back I saw a bird with blue-green wings land on the road. A little while afterward, we passed the only green fields I've seen – everything else is dried out and dusty.
	Here people put birds in cages so small, it makes me sad. Selin's cousin keeps pigeons for pets. They roost in the eaves of their shed. Yesterday we held the two young ones – they have not yet grown the feathers they need to fly.
	I am sitting on the front step of Selin's grandparents' house, watching Synthia play frisbee with her relatives. I love the roof. Soon it will be quite comfortable and I'll go up there to look at the sunset.

July 9, 9:02 p.m.

	 There's a full house of relatives here at the moment – Selin, Synthia and I lie on beds in a luxuriously air-conditioned room while others have beds outside or on pallets on the cement floor. Today we all woke up at 5 a.m. or so and left at 6 – collecting more and more people as we went, a van with over 20 people by the end, including infants without diapers (hee) – and we just got home. We went sightseeing: first, to the dam in Manimutharu, where not only was there a windy, windy overlook that showed tiny people far below in boats that looked like bottle caps and fields that looked like accidents, surprising shapeless green in hollows that in rainier seasons would be inundated... not only was there all this and a fringe of those strange sharp mountains, but there was green all fed by water, rice fields and water buffalo and lots of farms... I think I missed green things without realizing it, because looking onto those fields was like a draught of sweet cold water.
	There was a funny playground there, mostly broken down and with a man napping in it, and all the kids and I went down this tall cement slide that ended sharply on the ground, so you either fell awkwardly onto your feet, like I did, or slipped down on your bum like the kids.
	Then we had the nicest lunch in a clearing by the side of the road – there were actually trees there, and we sat on woven palm mats we found, and ate our picnic off banana leaves, and everyone was cheerful – I never use the word "holiday" to mean day out, but that is the word that came into my head at the time. A real holiday. Dogs and crows and cows came for our scraps. Then we went to the falls in Kutralam.
	Being waterfalls, they were in the mountains. From the village, the mountains are just strangely misty crags on the horizons, and I was happy to drive up into them. And there were monkeys there, everywhere, all over the parking lot even. I watched them eat food they'd stolen right out of people's hands, and we had to be careful not to leave our clothes unattended. They all look like big-eared old men, especially the bald babies that the grown-ups carry on their stomachs.
	So there are several famous waterfalls in the area, and we went to two. The first was best – though they expected tourists, and there we were, there were far fewer people, and vendors, and beggars, etc. So we all took a shower in the waterfall. I even brought shampoo and soap. The water was cold, but it was so hot today it felt good.
	Then one of the many aunts told me "Come!" and pulled me over to where the crowd was thickest and the water was strongest on the women's side. She shoved me under so that I couldn't see for the water on my face. After a minute I yelled in Tamil "Good!" and "Enough!" but she said "no no" and pushed me further into the stream. Then she started rubbing my hair, like mothers wash their babies' hair, and rubbing my shirt against my back, and women who were nearby helped her so that all kinds of hands scrubbed me and washed my clothes while they were still on me.
	Later, at the biggest falls, two policewomen passing us where we waited for Selin's mom wanted to know why I, personally, hadn't been up close, and wouldn't I like to go? Because there were hundreds there, but they cared about me. And always among Selin's relatives everyone cares so much for me, asking if I want to call home or want an omelet. I complimented Selin's grandmother on the good food and she didn't understand right away because she doesn't expect compliments. There is a word for thank you but I don't hear anyone use it but me... it is as if this is the way it should be, us being served, and letting yourself be served is polite, here, but strange to me.
	After the waterfalls we strolled through some stores, getting snacks and toys for the kids and a reed box full of Indian ginger/brown sugar candies for my dad. Later in the evening, the kids were content and playing with their toys and it felt like Christmas.
	On the way back, Selin pointed out cobra mounds (where cobras live) and gloated about having seen one more elephant than I. We made theories on what it would be like to live in one of the mountain towns that are overrun with monkeys, and obviously you would never be able to leave anything outside ("Not even children!") but it would be like a town full of malicious little kids. 
	At the dam, there were two empty stone benches on a barren hillside... they had a wire trellis around them as if things were supposed to grow there, but the only living thing was one of the thorn trees... it would have looked so sad had the thorn tree not been blooming – right over the bench with huge bright red blossoms.

July 10, 9:08 p.m.

	If my entries had titles, this one would be Attack of the Aunties. As we rode in the bus on the way to Nazareth to Eve's Beauty Parlor, where I would watch Selin and her mom get facials and pedicures and things, for $2 per lengthy procedure. Buses are almost always packed full; ours was empty at first but filled completely, as in not a single body more could fit even standing, after we passed a girl's college. We came back after dark, by auto. Autos are more open than regular cars, and we were tearing down the dark empty highway – when potholes and a wedding weren't slowing us down, anyway.
	After we got back, I went out front to play Frisbee with Synthia and the younger kids. The Frisbee landed in a tree and when Synthia shook the tree, she woke a bunch of chickens roosting there. They squawked a long time, and I made fun of her.
	The craziness (if you don't consider two women with turmeric paste on their faces craziness) began when the aunties found out I'd said I'm hungry. I had said it only because no one but kids was around and because I'd just learned how to say it in Tamil. But the aunties called me over and sent their children to fetch me food, found out it wasn't ready yet and so one auntie who speaks English told me to sit in her lap and called me her daughter and asked if I wanted my hair in a plait. When I was all braided, the food was about ready. In the beginning, four of them stood around as I sat to eat. They made sure I had everything and one sent her daughter to fetch me more water promised me tasty treats tomorrow and cooled my milk and when I tried to carry my own cups back I just spilt something.
	One of the things that has always seemed strange to me is the way people often eat separately. It is practical – most houses have more people than can sit together at once, and even more people than plates, but it does not feel natural to me yet, and it allows all sorts of craziness to happen.

July 11, 4:39 p.m.

	I just got a ride on a motorcycle! Sunderaj-annan, Selin's cousin's husband, gave us all rides. I sat behind Selin who was behind him. The wind was hot – today felt like real desert weather, and for once there was only a thin layer of clouds – and so strong it hurt my face. We drove just a little past town and back. At the fastest we did over 100 km/hour – about 60 mph. And of course no one wears helmets here. I have seen neither a helmet nor a seatbelt since I came.
	Also, today they killed the goat. I missed them actually killing it, but I watched them skin it and tear it apart. All the little children were watching. The men doing the work broke bones and tore fat with their bare hands sometimes, though most of the work was done with the Indian knives that seem so strangely shaped to me. They opened the chest cavity all at once, and the spill of shining entrails was quite dramatic. Little boys waved the head about.
	In India, or this part anyway, reading as a pastime is looked down on, rather like TV-watching is in the U.S., so books are hard to find. Literature is not a subject in school.
	Today a neighbor woman lifted my shirt without asking to look at my belly. Oy.
	The reed box in my suitcase smells like dried meadowgrass.
	And a few days ago, we had honeycomb straight off the tree. There were still some bees on it, crawling along sleepily. It was warm and full of pollen.

July 13, 5:45 a.m.

	We leave the village today, heading back to Palayankottei. Both places are nice places to stay. The village feels very peaceful – a war could have started in the last week and I wouldn’t know it. Plus, I like being surrounded by churches. There are three in town. Last night, the Seventh-day Adventist church had all-night prayer, though we didn't go. Church is always somewhat cheering because people sing so exuberantly (even if they can't carry a tune) and the girls in front shout out Bible verses with so much speed and excitement.
	Yesterday Selin and I got to hold goat kids that had been born just that morning. They were nervous and bleated at first when we picked them, up, and when I put mine down, he fell sprawling and had to be righted. Meanwhile, Selin had the tiny baby in her hands and was rocking her asleep, singing and cooing to her.
	Last night the sky was not completely cloudy, so the moon lit a rainbow-colored patch in the clouds and stars twinkled in the gaps. Selin sat on the roof in the breeze and the music from all night prayer, looking at it all and talking. I think that as my happiest time here so far.

July 14, 11:45 p.m.

	I've wanted Indian clothes for years... and now I have them.	We stayed mainly in one huge store – so huge that it took up 5 or so different buildings. We often went outside and crossed the street to go to a new department. Indian stores have all the clothes on shelves behind the counter, and salespeople pile possibilities before you, unfolding and refolding, offering you a stool if you are waiting or someone, greeting you Indian-style when you come in.
	Underwear street vendors make me laugh.
	We were on the third story of a store when the power went out for a minute. Back at the fair last week, the power went out and people got stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel.

July 17, 6:57 a.m.

	 We took the train from Palayankottei to Chennai, formerly Madras. When we started, it was all scrub-plain and palm trees. Then it got dark and I could see only cities. At one point we passed a temple where people had gathered for a festival, and for no reason they turned around to cheer when the train went by.
	Now we are in Chennai. And I stared all the way here, to the hotel, because it looks more like home than anything I've yet seen. It's so much greener here, and most of the trees look like they could grow at home. Driving around, we saw hardly any vendors or hand-painted signs and no livestock. There were apartment complexes and hotels like this one. There were curbs. I hadn't quite realized they'd been missing. And it was so early in the morning that it was empty, and I really did feel that I was in an old place instead of a new one. It was like an unfamiliar part of D.C. where most of the population is dark-skinned and Hindu. I even saw a girl wearing Western clothes.
	The last few days in Palayankottei we mostly just hung around the house, playing games with cousins sometimes and going out to dinner once – just the cousins, no parents. We all ate so much it hurt, and it was a really fancy place, dim lighting and high prices, but still nine of us stuffed ourselves on excellent food for something like $30. 

July 18, 9:32 a.m.

	First of all, any illusions I had about this place being a little like home are gone. We visited relatives yesterday, and on the way to their house we drove through a different part of town, where there were vendors, which meant there was the smell of cooking everywhere; there was also a temple, and the strong smell of incense as worshippers moved out of the way to let our auto through, and livestock, and all the unpleasant smells that go with that.
	Yesterday I met Paline and her sister Jensi-akka, Selin's cousin who I spent a while talking to. She laughs a lot and loves movies and actors, and also Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austin.
	On the ride back to the hotel, we drove again through the part of town that had so reminded me of home, and because of where I was sitting in the auto I couldn't see much of the trees or the glass-topped buildings... all I could see was the crazy Indian traffic (here the roads are much wider in places than I'm used to, three lanes each way sometimes, and being less than 4 feet away from other vehicles [even those with HIGHLY INFLAMMABLE written on them] is normal, and everywhere there are signs like "Please follow signs" or "Red means stop" or "Please observe lane discipline" or otherwise begging drivers to pay attention to the traffic regulations)... so all I could see was the trucks inches away, and vendors hawking pots and panties and things, and neon-light crosses an the places of adoration... the Hindu gods, with the garlands people palce around them, and the statues of Christian saints, decked out in beads and lace and garlands in almost exactly the same way. It didn't seem a bit like any of the places I've known.
	I've seen far too many Indian music videos.

July 20, 8:09 p.m.

	Yesterday we went to church and then to house after house after house, visiting relatives. In one house, they set before us a plateful of pomegranate seeds. The sun shone on the seeds – two varieties, red and white – so that they looked like jewels. We also ate cucumbers, which people here often eat plain or, like we got them today, with a slit down the middle full of salt and flavoring.
	After we went to the houses and were all hot and wilty, we went to the beach. The older women stayed dry but the rest of us went in and got wet up to our chests, even though we were still wearing our church clothes. As in every touristy place, there were throngs of people and table where people sold everything from cutlery to shoes, but it was sunset, and all the air pollution made the further shoreline soft and hazy on either side, and behind us the sun set orange among these graceful Indian domes and spires.
	We walked back up to the beach past the pit where people collect water to the monuments of former governors. There were wide walks and grassy places and pretty arcs out of stone overhead, and even the rats running around everywhere looked pretty.
	Then we went to a restaurant where we got rice and poory with about 15 different sauces in little tins. It was so good, though there were so many flavors my tongue got overloaded. 
	So today we went sightseeing. We went to a crocodile breeding place (a crocodile bank!) and then to a reptile zoo. In one tank in the crocodile bank were 516 crocodiles, bred to be shipped off to conservation programs and things. Beautiful white birds had built their nests within the display, where no one will bother them. 
	There we also watched men extract snake venom for making anti-venom. The workers doing this took lots of snakes out of pots and let them slither around their feet. One of the workers calmly went about his work as a cobra with its beautiful hood up hissed at him. We were scared for ourselves even though we were behind a wall.
We also went to two beaches, going in only up to our waist or so each time – one place had dangerous currents, and the other had large rocks everywhere. At the second beach we noticed blue sails out past the breakers, little square sails, and one of them folded and came close – a fishing boat made from a few logs, shaped and loosely jointed. Several came to shore while we watched, and one unloaded a catch of fish flapping under nets as they died.
	Indian bread is sweet, so bread with butter tastes like a special cake.

July 21, 9:40

	We spent just about the whole day shopping. Walking to one of the stores today, we crossed a street so busy I got caught in the middle, and every step I took I made an auto or a car or a motorcycle stop and some honked, and I just went back to the side where I started and crossed a little later.
	By the stores, vendors shove what they sell in our faces... lots of them are children... and they will often follow you for a block or more. There are more beggars here than in the other places we've stayed. Many people live by the side of the road, and often children will play right in the road, sitting beside the curb and smiling at the pile of pebbles between their feet that they are playing with. A few days ago I saw a family with lots of tiny barefoot children spending the night on the back of a cart by the roadside.
After we spent a long time in various stores, Selin's mother wanted to go into the best – Pothy's. Selin and I sat outside with a crowd of other waiting women, but after they came out, Synthia went on and on about the free food and drinks, and urged me inside to get free glass bangles. The woman giving them out gave me more than I saw her give anyone else, smiling at me and holding my fingers so that I wouldn't go away while she gathered more into her hand. She mounted them on me herself, and I had I think 15, and I made a pretty glass tinkling all evening.
	We went to a relative's. Selin and I went up on the roof and chatted with the neighbors who were up there. They offered me flowers for my hair and wanted to give us food, although they didn't know us at all. I ended up getting sweet-smelling flowers downstairs in Jennifer's house. 
	I am sunburnt from yesterday. Showing it to Synthia and other Indians is fun and shocking because they have never seen such a thing.
	Sometimes they paint the horns of oxen bright colors – blue, or red, or one horn of each.

July 22, 5:52 a.m.

	In the airport to fly to Delhi. We left so early, the hotel's hallways were all dark and I felt like we were fleeing the city.

July 22, 10:31 p.m.

	The Qutab Minar is a really tall tower that looks plain and boring in all the pictures, but is graceful and beautiful up close. It's covered with carvings and the whole thing is in different shades of red stone, and looking up and up gives a nice feeling, somehow. Around are arches and little cupolas and shady places with rows of columns, all kinds of carvings and delicate shapes, and wherever there wasn't stone it was so green, lush trees and grass. It would have been nice to wander around there, but we did not because it was too hot.
	When I was on the plane to Delhi, I saw a beautiful building as we were descending – it looked like a white lotus blossom in a green field. It's a shrine where anyone can go, so we went – inside it's huge and silent. Like in all churches or temples here, we had to take off our shoes. It is a shrine dedicated to world peace.
	Afterward we did touristy things, like museums. The one I liked was the one about Gandhi... it had a lot of his writings and his ideas in it, and so it gave a lot to think about. Then we drove a lot. First we drove around Delhi, past famous monuments and graves we did not want to get out and see. We got stuck in a traffic jam, I think because a train was stopped in front of the road, and we just sat there for an hour.
	We left Delhi driving south and drove for hours. We kept passing people carrying decorated buckets of water from the Ganges, bringing it back to their village to put on the Hindu idols. The pilgrims would rest in tents along the road, and people would give them food for free. Most looked about our age, or maybe a little older. Many of them have a long walk home.
	The drive was through wet places, into the states of Haryana and then Rajastan. At first the wetness made everything look dingy – a coat of paint on a house will stay pretty for much longer in a dry place, after all. But then we went past soaking rice fields and then into the green fields and the tree-covered mountains, the buildings still dingy but the rest of the land so bright. Women wear such bright shawls there – in the evening, when it was cooler, we saw many people working in the fields, either with short hoes in between roads of crops, or with livestock. We saw flocks of wooly sheep as well as goats that looked like they were polka-dotted, and of course cows. Camels often went by on the road, pulling carts.
	There were monkeys in the mountains. And there were some flinty mountains that seemed to have no life on them, but which would sometimes have buildings perched high on the cliffs.
	As we drove past a field we saw a group of people gathered around a tree, and from a tree limb hung as wing, and everyone was watching this one guy swinging high. It looked like a lot of fun. (smiling face)
	All day long we saw people carrying enormous bundles of grass on their heads. Even in public parks in the center of Delhi, people were bundling up mown grass – for their animals, I figure. 
	Driving, we saw lots of tiny round huts with peaked roofs. 
	After dark we drove into Jaipur – the pink city. It really is pink – the stores along the road were all lit up, and above them I could see beautifully carved pink stone buildings. We passed a brightly lit temple – strings of lights all around – and of course there were lots of beggars in the streets. Children tapped on our car windows to ask for money when we were at stoplights.
It it easy to look at the green fields here and to think that you love them.
	A few days ago, Selin and I saw a bunch of naked, very dark boys playing ball in a field. Today I saw a group of older kids – with clothes on – playing soccer. Both times made me smile.