Mumbai Affected

I wish I could claim this post, but my amazing husband, Rick Thexton, is the actual author.  As we prepare to leave Mumbai after 2 year, he reflects on lessons learned, at least from his perspective.  Yours will be different!

Mumbai Affected 

Not one single person can tell you what you can truly expect to experience in India.  Ignore the unsolicited words of advice from well meaning “know-it-alls” and “done-it-alls”.  The Mumbai experience is a fingerprint.  What you see and how it will affect you is singularly unique.  Open your eyes, heart and mind and leave your expectations at home. 

This is my fingerprint:

Drinking tap water isn’t adventurous.  It’s a trip to the bathroom or a hospital.

Mangoes rock!

Any morning drinking coffee and watching the ocean is a good morning. 

Mumbai is both the hardest and the easiest city on the planet.  No, I will not explain.

Solitude is both valuable and overrated.  It’s a Mumbai thing.

Cappuccino machines and French presses make for good coffee.   You import some coffee beans and an expat or two for great coffee. 

Children made to beg is tragic and should make you sad.

Street dogs make you feel special, like you are the only human for them, until the next special person comes along.

Bombay Belly is real.  You are not a Mumbaikar until you’ve pooped your pants a little.

The English may have introduced bureaucracy to India, but Indians have elevated it to an art form.   The continuum of events and conversation between “not possible” and possible is worthy of any stage.

Taking advantage of the “white guy” isn’t personal.  It may be expected, business, or even sport, but never personal.  Indians reserve personal for relationships.   Food, drinks and friends on the rooftop is personal.

All of your beautiful plants back home are from India. If they didn’t originate here, they’re not that beautiful. Look it up…

Friends and gatherings are more valuable than sleep.  This is both an observation and regret.

Early and late are relative.

A hand gesture, a head waggle and the statement “10 minutes” means absolutely nothing. 

Royal Enfield Motorcycles are COOL!

It’s ok to have an India Sucks day once in a while.  If it continues to suck, it isn’t India…

Trash, filth and foul smells are only superficial distractions to keep the true adventurers away.  I am guilty of being a shut-in from time to time.  Regret.   

It’s okay to be big in India.  My 20 inch neck seems to amaze the tailor, who invites his friends to look while he holds the tape around my throat.

The high pitched giggle of our housekeeper is always funny.

Housekeepers, taxi drivers, custodians and helpers of every sort are people.  Be nice to them.

Our time in India is over and I am happy to be off to the next adventure.  Sitting in my favorite coffee shop and reflecting has moved me realize how deeply I am affected by our time here. 

 Have I mentioned the ocean view coffee is nice?

Everything is Just Peachy!

I am back in Bombay for Year 2 at the American School of Bombay and living the dream of being an international educator.  I cannot begin to tell you how much easier it is coming home this year!  As I reflect on last year, I wonder how 1) I survived and 2) how everyone else put up with me!  To put it mildly, it was a tough year!  Thankfully, when I have shared this with a few of my close friends here in Mumbai, they say they find it hard to believe, which leads me to believe that 1) they are either way too nice or 2) I'm a pretty good actress.  (I'm going with option #1!)

Coming back to our home all set up, having Tina to help me navigate the day to day issues, and feeling a sense of renewed and positive energy, I feel like I am in a position to set some goals for myself.  There's the obvious, like eating less/moving more and keeping a positive attitude, but then there are some that serve to make our lives in Bombay easier.  Yeah, yeah, I know I should list them all here, but then some of you would be tempted to try to hold me accountable.

This weekend, I tackled what back in the states wouldn't even begin to be considered a challenge:  Buying fruit!

Fruit here is so lovely and fresh!  It's sold in stalls or off of carts in the market or on the side of the street.  But notice...none have the  little sign telling you how much it costs!  My challenge, nay, my fear is that of getting ripped off!  Last year, I kept my currency converter at the ready so I could understand the Rupees to USD difference.  This year, I feel much more confident with that conversion, so if the fruit walla tells me mangoes are 70 rps a kg then I know that is about $1.40.

There in lies the next challenge.  If you know me at all, you know that I always say, "I'm a Literacy Coach/Reading Specialist for a reason!"  How much is a stinkin' kg?  The only thing I know about kg's, is that I like the way my weight looks on the scale when compared to the pound.  Maybe it's best I avoid converting pounds to kg's, so to solve this challenge, I can just buy by the piece rather than the kg!  No conversion necessary!

I've also spent a lot of time asking friends and my helper, Tina, about how much I can expect to pay for specific fruits.  I'm learning to bargain and I assure the fruit wallas that 'I am a Mumbaikar' in order to try to avoid what Rick likes to call "The White Tax."

So today, as I was walking back toward home after my walk, I stopped at the  fruit carts off Carter Road and ta-da!

I bought 6 bananas (20 rps = $.35), 4 peaches (60 rps = $1.07) and 2 juicy mangoes  (50 rps = $.89).
I'm so excited and it really wasn't that hard!  I am constantly amazed at the people of India.  The men working at the stands were very helpful, no one tried to rip me off---I didn't even feel the need to bargain at those prices!  They all wanted me to buy from them, so I bought each fruit from a different cart because I want them to know that I am equally nice!

By conquering this goal, I feel a little more self-sufficient in a place where that isn't always the easiest thing.  This is home, after all, and it is good to be back.

One Week in Bangkok

My friends know that before moving to Mumbai I hadn't traveled much.  A trip or two to Mexico and  Hawaii and numerous road trips around the states.  So opportunities to visit new places in this amazing world contribute to this adventure.

I can add "Professional Development" to the list of perks for teaching overseas, as you get to go to new and exotic places to receive your training!  Last week I traveled to Bangkok, Thailand to attend a professional development.

My visions of Bangkok were taken from old new clips and movies and so I was very pleasantly surprised to find a beautiful, clean, modern city.  The sky train made it extremely easy to get around and there was fantastic shopping and sightseeing!

Shopping at MBK, Patpong and Chatuchak markets yielded , a mango wood Happy Buddha for Rick, a new pair of Ray Ban's for Tully, traditional Thai pajamas for Bailey and Naomi and Thai silk scarves to share when we get home. I also managed to pick up a few things for our home as reminders of my trip.

On Saturday, I took a long boat up the Choa Phraya River to the Grand Palace.  Construction began on the palace in 1782.  I can't even begin to imagine how it was built.  There are just no words to describe the detail and opulence of the buildings there.  The palace was home to the King of Siam up until 1925.  Oh, to have been around with Anna in the 1860's!  I can't even begin to imagine!  I'll leave it to the pictures to try to tell you about this amazing place.

Kelli's Trip to Bangkok

Bangkok

Oh, did I mention that I also visited the American School of Bangkok and attended a really good professional development?  I think I added some tools to my tool kit for hard to teach students!  Can't wait to give those new strategies a try!

Super Sand Storm, Batman!

Smog and haze are relatively normal in Bombay, so this morning when the air was thick, I didn't think much about it.  We did discuss a  difference in the sun this morning.  Usually, the sun is a flaming orange ball on the horizon as we drive east toward Bandra Kurla Complex.  Today, it sparkled like a silver coin at the bottom of a fountain.

By the time we head home from school at the end of the day, the haze has typically been blown away with breezes off of the Arabian Sea.  There might be some upper level smog, or some smoke from fires burning in the slums.   But normally, we ride home with a blue sky above and sunshine warming us through the windows of the school van.

Today was such a different story!  All of the teachers on the 4:10 van were abuzz with talk of how dusty, hazy, polluted, smoky, (fill in your adjective of choice) the air quality was at the end of the day.  I even asked one of the teachers who has been here longer if this was normal and she said she had never seen the smog this bad.

As the van exited the Western Expressway to turn onto Reclaimation Road, you would normally see the Worli Sea Link  ahead and many high rise buildings across the bay.  Here's what you saw today:

When I got home, I was talking to Rick about it, so we went up on our rooftop to check out our visibility.  We could scarcely see Carter Road, which is just about 2 blocks from out house!

Later in the afternoon we found out what was really going on!  It wasn't simply Bombay pollution cluttering up the air, but rather what meteorologists are calling a "super sandstorm."  The storm originated in Saudi Arabia and spawned a plume of dust that stretches from Oman (across the Arabian Sea) all the way to India.    Have a look---

Thus far, the only effects we have felt have been a tickle in our throats and headaches.  Hopefully, the air will be a little clearer in the morning.  If not, Sand Storm Day, anyone?

Holi Mubakar!

Last year, when Tully was doing his research project for REACH, he learned about a holiday he would celebrate in India called Holi.  He learned that during this holiday people throw colored powders at one another and squirt each other with water guns.  Holi celebrates the end of the winter season and welcomes spring with colors, drumming, dancing and bonfires.

Before the fun  begins

Today, we experienced Holi.  One of my friends, Payal, extended an invitation to the faculty of ASB to come to a Holi party at her building.  It is safer to go to a party than just to play out in the street.  Most businesses are closed today and we noticed on our way to Payal's that we saw mostly men outside.  I guess it can get pretty crazy, so women tend to stay off the street and only play if their neighborhood has a party.

Payal and Manesh, our hosts

Once we arrived at Beau Monde, we were greeted by Payal and Manesh.  Tully took off immediately!  He was ready to play in the colors!  I needed to watch for just a bit and see what this looked like.  Many were dressed all in white, most were armed with a squirt gun, a bag of colored powder or both!  There were 55 gallon drums of water lining the lane and a couple of blow-up swimming pools all filled to the brim. Loud Indian music blasted from speakers set up in the "safe zone" and men were drumming along to the beat.

Angelo dancing to the beat of an Indian drum

 People of all ages were participating in the fun.  I decided to start with a bright pink color and joined the fun.  After taking a few pictures on the "safe" side of the barrier, I entered the play zone.  Several of my students were there and had seen me taking photos and were waiting for me.  I didn't have to wait long before I was wished Happy Holi with a spot of color to my forehead and the boys from school drenched me!

My welcoming party!

And so it went.  Time slipped away while I rubbed a rainbow of colors on faces and attempted to defend myself with a single shot squirt gun!  It was fun to play with students, teachers and parents from school in such an uninhibited setting.  The kids loved bombarding their teachers with colors and drenching them with squirt guns and buckets full of water!

On Holi, no one is a stranger.  One can anoint another with color, spray, splash or dunk with water, laugh and dance. There is no celebration or ceremony from the US with which to compare this wonderful holiday.  The best I can do is this simple explanation and a few pictures.

Thank you, Rachel Wixson, for this fantastic shot!

Holi Mubakar!

Unexpected Surprises: Indian Wedding Processional

One of the many things I love about living in India is the fact that you never know what you might find around the corner...literally!

Yesterday was one of those occasions.  My friend, Tracy and I met for at Costa Coffee, had a cup of Joe and chatted about the new school, then hailed a rickshaw and headed for Fab India to do some shopping. As we exited the rickshaw, we heard music, live and loud and just around the corner in front of the store.  We didn't know what the occasion was, but obviously something pretty important.  As we rounded the corner, here is what we saw:

Obviously, it was a "baraat"!  The baraat is a large wedding procession with a band, dancers and fireworks and consists of the groom and his family and their guests making their way to the wedding venue. Thankfully, both of us had our cameras in our bags, so we whipped them out and watched  for about half an hour.  Here's a few of the sights we recorded.

This guys had a bag of sweets and wanted me to take his picture

The Wedding Steed -the groom rides in on a beautifully adorned white horse

The band posing for the camera

Not sure what their job was, but they wanted us to take their picture, too!

The umbrella protects the groom from any negative energy

wedding lamp

All the men in the family wear red turbans

See the contrast?

 This is one of my favorite pictures, as it captures the contrast that we see on a daily basis.  On the left, you have a lovely wedding party in all their splendor.  Many of the older men in the wedding party were wearing  garlands around their neck loaded with rupee notes.  Then, on the right, a group of beggars.  Notice the small boy in front with the red t-shirt.  He is completely naked below the shirt!  This little group of ragamuffins wandered through the crowd in hope of a handout.

The groom's brother, cousin or nephew rides along as his caregiver

The procession finally made its way down the street and Tracy and I made our way into Fab India.
This was one of those pleasant unexpected surprises that make me love Bombay all the more!

Christmas isn't Christmas Til it Happens in Your Heart

Christmas...
isn't Christmas...
till it happens...
in your heart...
somewhere... deep inside you...
is where Christmas really starts...

so, give your... heart to Jesus...
you'll discover when you do...
that it's Christmas... really Christmas... for you!

It has been so hard for me to get in the Christmas spirit this year.  So many things are different and new.
We won't be spending Christmas with family this year.  Instead, we will spend 10 days in Dubai in the United Arab Emirates.  We have planned to visit the world's tallest building, play at a water park which boasts the world's highest AND fastest water slide, take an overnight desert safari and do some shopping at the world's largest mall-  Dubai Mall.  We also plan to take a day trip up to Abu Dhabi for a visit to Ferrari World, of course home to the world's fastest roller coaster.  Part of Tully's Christmas present will be a half day snow ski school and an afternoon on the slopes at an indoor ski resort!  Not a traditional Christmas by any means, but we'll be making special memories together and that is what really counts!

The weather is also not like back home!  Things have cooled off considerably and it isn't uncommon to see Indians bundled up in their shawls or jackets.  Down filled coats line the racks of the department stores.   The reality is the temps cool down to the low 70's overnight, but will still get up in the 80's during the day.  Looking at the forecast for Dubai for next week:  Lows in the 60's, highs in the low 80's.  The only snow we will see this year will be at the indoor ski resort!  I can't say I miss the bitter cold, but it does make it hard for it to "feel like" Christmas.

We do have a little tree, decorated with treasures from India.  Due to my unexpected hospital stay just prior to the shippers coming, I didn't manage to get any of our Christmas decorations, ornaments or stockings in the shipment container.  Our tree is the extent of our decorating this year, but I have Mom on a mission to buy some things that will fit in our suitcase next summer!

The gifts for family are not wrapped and under our tree, but rather bagged up and ready to pack in a suitcase for Larani to take back to the states with her.  We didn't want to risk Customs wanting to see what was inside and ripping the wrapping open, so Larani gets the task of putting everything together and under the appropriate tree, once she is back in the states.

Speaking of Larani, she has decided to return to the states so that she can physically be in school to work on her degree.  She leaves in just 2 days and our hearts are so heavy and sad.  I am so thankful that she came on this adventure with us, not just to visit, but to live it with us!  The time she and Rick spent together, watching her and Tully bond even closer and simply having her in our home full time has been such a blessing!  We will miss her terribly, but will always cherish the time we had with her here in this amazing place.  She knows she can always come back!  Just say the word, B, and we'll book the ticket!

So, while this is another holiday of  first and things are very different, I am reminded that Christmas isn't really about the tree, or the presents, or the snow.  Years ago, I sang in The Glory of Christmas.  The song, Christmas Isn't Christmas, has been ringing in my heart and ears over the last few days. Today I found the song on youtube and sang along, shared it with Tully.  He really liked it and was happy that I had decided to share it on my blog.  I've missed my nativity for that visual reminder that Jesus is the real reason for the season.  However, I know that He much prefers that we hold Him close in our heart, not just now, but all year long.  

Today's First: Missing My First Family Holiday,,,EVER

I am 48 years old and for those 48 years I have attended every family get together that I can recall.  Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve at Grandma Derryberry's, Christmas Day at Mam's, Easter at Mom & Dads, and since Dad passed away, every Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter at Mom's.

My immediate family isn't very big.  It's just Mom, my sister, Kim and her husband Jeff, Kim's girls, Camellia, Jessica, Elli and Ava.  Then there is my family:  me, Rick, Austin & Ashley and the grandloves, Addi and Mike, Rainey, Larani and Tully.  That's us.  What we lack in number we make up for in love and laughs.

This is year, Thanksgiving is being held a few days early so Kim and Jeff can celebrate with his family in Tulsa on the official Turkey Day.  Sunday afternoon, everyone will gather at Mom's house.  Dinner is promptly at 1:00...well, if Camellia and Austin are on time, that is!  There will be turkey and dressing, cranberry salad, baked beans, deviled eggs, broccoli casserole and pie.  All the usual trimming, except us.

I talked to Mom yesterday and she said she was going to attempt to make my broccoli casserole, but she knew it wouldn't be as good as mine.  Rick's not there to smoke the turkeys or bake the pies, and I'm sure Mom will say that they aren't fit to eat since she made them!  She said every time she thinks about us not being there, she cries.

Tonight it hit me.  I was working on  reports for school and it dawned on me that it was Sunday morning in the states.  In just a few hours my kids, grandkids, sister and her family will gather at my mom's house.  And that we won't be there.  I posted on FB, tucked Tully in and came back to finish up the last of the reports.

Then Kim wrote on my wall.


Happy Early Turkey Day!!! Ava helped me make the baked beans and they're about to go 
back in the oven. My eggs are boiled and are soon to be deviled. Mom has the turkey and ham ready to go in the oven, along with her version of your broccoli casserole, but it sure won't be the same without all you guys. There will be 16 of us this year. We've squeezed 12 chairs around Mom's table. Barb will be joining us and I think Addi and Jessica are skinny enough to sit at the corners. lol! I'll try to take lots of pictures to post for you and we'll try not to have any leftovers. Mom said she wasn't cooking nearly as much this year. Right, whatever. It sounds like an awesome Christmas experience for you in Dubai. You're making the memories of a lifetime, so make the most of it! Just know that you're loved and missed Sis! Give Tully a dutch rub on his head for me, and big hugs and kisses to all! Love You!

 I started reading it out loud to Rick.  Before the end of the second sentence I was sobbing.  It hit me.  For the first time in 48 years, I won't be there to celebrate with my entire family.  Sure, Rick and I will make Thanksgiving special somehow here in this land where turkey are hard to come by and there is no such thing as Libby's pumpkin pie filling.  Sure, we are living our dream and very happy about the decision we made.  But every opportunity has a cost.  Today, I am paying the price.  What would I give  to walk into Mom's and smell the turkey and stir the noodles, sit in her teeny tiny front room and visit and laugh with everyone while my grandbabies climb all over me, hug my sweet Addi's neck and smell Austin's cologne as he gives me one of his big bear hugs?

Instead, I'll cry a few more tears, write it down to get out and be thankful that they are all able to be together.  I may not be there in body, but my heart is right there, loving them all, missing them much.

Magic Carpet

Last week, Manzor, The Carpet Man, came by our flat to pick up some carpets that we had been "trying out."  One of our neighbors had hosted a party a month or so ago and we brought home several rugs of various sizes and designs.  Manzor took a couple of rugs, but left us with 2 and an appointment to pick us up this morning for us to visit his warehouse.  So, this morning, as appointed, his worker shows up at our door to escort us down to south Bombay, but with him, he had 3 rugs that Manzor thought we might like.  Out of those 3, one really caught our eye!

This rug is 9 x 12 and is Cashmere wool

We left the flat thinking this one is a great fit for our space and we love the red, green, gold and blue color scheme.

Now, when Manzor brought his carpets to Dave and Kim's last month, he had all sizes, colors and designs.  But after visiting our flat last week, seeing our stuff and talking to us, he knew better what we were looking for!
We arrived at his warehouse, but were only able to visit one room of it, as the ground floor room was being painted.  After climbing up 3 flights of stairs we arrived to a room piled high with carpets!

Knowing we liked rusty reds, not ruby or garnet, Manzor and his workers began to roll out the carpet!  Staring with a few 9 x 12 and working down to runners and prayers rugs, we probably viewed, touched and walked on over 50 carpets!  If a rug caught our eye, Manzor would tell us it's history:  whether it was new or antique-and if antique, just how old, where it was made, the name of it's design or style, and the kind of wool from which it is made.   We ended up bringing home a total of 12 pieces:  11 rugs and an incredible saddle bag used on either horses or camels in caravans! I think this is by far our favorite piece!

We will add a cushion to each pouch to create sit-upon floor cushions!

Another, in a long list of things that is incredible about India, is that Manzor delivered all of these rugs to our flat this evening.  We will keep them, try them out for a month or two.   After a time, he will come to the flat and see what we like.  He'll take those which we have ruled out and then give us more time with the ones we are seriously considering.   Things that made you say, "Only in India!"  

Rick, Manzor, Kelli and one of Manzor's workers

Manzor and a few of his workers

Keep in mind that all of these rugs are woven by hand by families from Persia (Iran), Turkey, Kazakhstan, Afghanistan, Uzbekistan, Baluchistan.  The tribes who create the rugs raise the sheep, sheer it, spin it, dye it with natural (vegetable) dyes, spin it again and then weave the designs with out a pattern.  Each carpet it truly an original!   

Here's what we brought home.  I'll caption with what I remember about each one!

3 x 5 Turkish Kilim

According to Wikipedia:  Kilims (Persian: گلیم gelim) are flat tapestry-woven carpets or rugs produced from the Balkans to Pakistan. Kilims can be purely decorative or can function as prayer rugs. 

Antique (+100 years) old silk prayer rug.  Oh, so soft! Rick really loves this one!

Prayer rug

This is one of my favorites!  It's 4 x 6 and  the  colors are made from vegetable dyes.
 Is a combination of silk and wool and is so soft!

8 x 10 Reversible Kilim, side 1

Side 2 ...Love it!  It's a little brighter than the other side.

Shalimar carpet, moghul design 

8 x 10.  It looks red and green if you stand on one end,

then rose'ish and light green if you stand on the other!

It is a blend of silk and wool.

Antique Shiraz, 7 x 9.  You can see how the color is uneven from  use.  

I love the center medallion on this one.  We all love this one, too!

5 x 7, not one of my favorites, but still a beautiful rug!

Antique Baluch.  These are made in SE Iran and Western Afghanistan.  

Same carpet.  Baluch rugs have a more open weave.  Another one we all love!

Kilim runner.  This one is embossed with the darker design made from  a different wool.
 I love the way it fits in our kitchen!

Now the hard part!  Which do we choose?  Which can't we live without?  For the next few weeks we will rearrange our furniture and try the rugs in different rooms to see what works where and eliminate those that don't!  Rick and I figure the rugs that we select will find themselves in our forever home when we finally return to the states as a reminder of our Magic Carpet ride in Magnificent Mumbai!

Want to be a Bollywood Star?

Date Night took an interesting turn tonight!  After leaving Bungalow 9, Rick and I were working up our courage to cross a very busy intersection when we noticed a man walking toward us with what appeared to  be purpose.  He quickly introduced himself as being "from Bollywood."  A casting agent by trade.

I admit, I was taken aback just a bit!  I mean...is Bollywood a real place?  Could he possibly really be a casting agent, or did he just see a scam waiting to happen?

 He asked if we were traveling and I proudly declared that "No, we live here. I am a teacher!"  To which he replied, "At the American School?"

"Why, as a matter of fact, yes." I replied rather slowly.  Now he is getting my attention.

 I have read, and been told by other teachers, that American's are often recruited as extra's in a Bollywood film or to be in Indian catalogs and magazines.  Could he possibly be legit?

We chatted for a few minutes and he dropped the names of a couple of teachers, including a neighbor and friend, who he knew lived "off Carter Road".  It just so happens that she live right across the street and Tully and her son play together about once a week.  He encouraged me to call her and verify that he had, in fact, just used several students from ASB in a "voice over" for a movie.  I assured him that I would call her later and if, in fact, he was legit, we would get back to him.  We exchanged phone numbers and names and parted ways.

Tomorrow, I will call Julie, but tonight I googled him.  He is, in fact, a Bollywood casting agent.  Now I'm not sure that Bollywood is quite ready for me, but Tully and Larani might have fun with it.

This is just another example of how you never know what you are going to experience from one day to the next living in Bombay, er, Bollywood.

Friday Night, Date Night

After a long and hectic week, my husband decided what we needed was a date!  Gladly, I accepted his offer.  We left Tully in the capable hands of Larani and left their dinner to Lemon Grass and away we went!

We had several recommendations for places to go eat, but we finally decided on Bungalow 9.  Several friends had told me what a neat place it was and how good the food was, so we found it on Google Maps and set out for a lovely evening out in Bandra.  I made a reservation and then we hopped a rickshaw and headed to Hill Road.  I had been wanting to check out some shops on Hill Road for a while and since B9 was a short walk away, we spent out time before dinner picking up a few things at Cheap Jack's (india's version of Dollar Tree) and Nature's Basket(supermarket/delicatessen/boulangerie/patessserie ...according to their website!).

After wandering aimlessly for about 20 minutes, we finally found our landmark and made our way to Bungalow 9.  Our reservation was for 7:00, and we were prompt, but they were still having their employee meeting inside, so we were seated on the patio.  Within about 15 minutes, we were escorted inside.  Bungalow 9 is a charming restaurant which resides in an old, well... bungalow!  The beautiful thing about that is that the owner preserved the originality of the bungalow, leaving the beams, wood work and tile flooring.  They serve up a delicious wood fired pizza and the Kahlua cheesecake was to die for!  We enjoyed the food and the conversation with our waiter, who was excited to learn that we actually live in Bombay and that we weren't just tourists!  

Bungalow 9 Patio

Can you tell the sun has been shining in Mumbai?

After dinner, we walked  back toward home, just enjoying the sights of Bombay.  Every day you see something new, something unusual, something that makes you think.  Here's a peek at what caught our eye tonight as we strolled along.

Bandra Loves Jesus!

The occasional military vehicle 

Cows, of course!

And more cows!  Notice the traffic speeding by beside them!

Beautiful fruit stands litter the roadways 

Oh!  Guess what?  More Cows!

Rick and I are both fascinated with the architectural that is simply wasting away!

Loving Friday Night, Date Night in Bombay!