You know you are in India when...

(adapted from Rachel K.'s Blog)

You know you are in India when... Children say their Yay, B, Cs-- You favor a squatter over a Western toilet-- Its normal to see cows roaming the streets-- power outages are a regular occurrence-- you love bowers, even with a frog-- you find questionable chicken hearts in your sauce at dinner-- you get hairy legs trying to avoid staph infections-- you eat off a banana leaf-- tutoring is more tired than cinder blocks-- there is nothing better than "you don't have lice"-- women wear swim costumes-- drivers drive on the left hand side

More you ask?

Beaded kurtas are considered dressing up-- PB + Js are on the menu for lunch, everyday-- Skype is the new form of keeping in touch-- you jingle everywhere you go (like Pierre) from wearing anklets-- you don't recognize yourself with your hair down-- you respond to Auntie-- children don't question when you tell them your name is Trishraj-- you always carry two things: water and a camera-- "beating" is not something to report to the police-- children reading is "opium to the ears"-- Nice times are sold out after the volunteers come into the store-- malaria pills are part of breakfast-- its not a zit, its a bindi!

Well, I'm all packed up and we leave good old RSO in the morning. It was so sad to say goodbye. Now onto the long journey home. I love India!