Living in India

I could get used to living in India when…

I discover J’s Cold Storage sells undercut beef and I prepare a tasty beef brisket.

I find Haywards Black Strong Stout Beer: “The International Taste of Stout Beer”—finally a dark beer!

Baskin Robbins delivers mint chocolate chip ice cream to my door.

Garlic naan, palak paneer, dal makhni, and chicken tandoori<$2

I am invited by the Consul General of Kuwait to attend Kuwait’s National Day and the Anniversary of its Liberation

I attend a film, dance and dinner sponsored by the Israeli Consulate.

Skype J

iTunes allows me to download the first three seasons of Grey’s Anatomy.

I plan a trip to Goa where I will sit by the pool, bathe by the beach, indulge in a massage, and eat, eat, eat, sleep, sleep, sleep.

I begin the day with a cup of coffee at Café Coffee Day (beside Barrista’s, another coffee shop) overlooking the Arabian Sea.

I don’t know if I can take another day here when…

Every time someone enters the front door of our apartment building, it sets off a loud, high-pitched buzzer.

Home Internet goes down for 2 weeks and each day I must call the same person who insists I go through the steps to determine whether my computer is not working or the connection is down, only to finish the conversation by saying that the problem is that the external switch to the building has been turned off and “we’ll send someone out to turn it back on as soon as possible.”

School Internet goes down for 1 week because they switched providers…to the ones who provide our home Internet. Bad idea!

Mr. Lufthansa gets home from work…at 4:30 AM…and parks his car directly under my window, slams his door shut and heads for the front door which—you guessed it—sounds the buzzer.

My whites turn grey, my towels turn blue and my panties turn pink.

After going for a walk, I come home to some fresh indoor air.