So I think its safe to say I've adapted to India and the culture. Maybe a little too well. This whole... relaxation thing and festivals all the time... they work well for me and myself. Showing up 30minutes late to class (and still beating the professors) and having informal Chai breaks whenever desired (and also meeting the teachers in passing) it works for me.
It says something when, not only do I find myself walking on the street rather than the sidewalk, but I've stop looking to see if there's traffic about to pummel me you merge with traffic.
If I come back and I tend to eat with my hands... don't worry, I'm not nuts.
If I start wearing a winter jacket, scarf, mittens, and lots of layers... I'm not nuts.
If I try to barter my way through everything and assume I'm paying too much for everything (which I will be since a bottle of Pepsi is only 50 cents here) I'm not going crazy.
If I pass on meat and start craving hot milk and a butterscotch milk... I'm not crazy, I'm just thinking Sara's
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