Today provided me with an indescribable amount of happiness. Sunday, July 25 marks the last day of classes here at MICA. Since my arrival in India, I have lost all sense and recognition of the days of the week. Time is a different story--did I mention there are only 15 hours left on campus?
Other lasts included my last spoonful of peanut butter as lunch/dinner for nourishment, last cold shower (Rennie and I finally, with less than 24 hours left figured out how to turn on the hot water), last last day of P90X in the quad, and unfortunately, the last day of daybreak yoga. Waking up at 5:30 a.m. this morning seemed next to impossible after the battle of the bugs last night. Eyes closed, Rennie and I threw on some clothes and joined two chaperones in the community room with our official yoga mats, or rugs like I said before, and practiced sun salutations as the monsoon came twirling through the open windows. Along with the monsoon came an influx of huge, just enormous flies. My concentration was interrupted by the incessant buzzing and I was constantly flailing throughout postures, but at least I gave it a shot.
SMU crew designated Pizza Hut on our last night in Ahmedabad to commence the third and final leg of this incredible trip. I packed up my suitcase faster than I ever have before, dancing around the room listening to the most patriotic music I could find (Toby Keith's Red, White and Blue). Just as it started, Brooke ran in our room wearing her USA crown from 4th of July, which honestly seems like months ago. Reliance Mart (Wal Mart-esque store in Ahmedabad) provided me with an additional duffle bag to take my excessive amount of scarves and jewelry back to the states. Inherently, shopping addictions do not fade across countries.
Departure from MICA to the airport 4:45 a.m. gets us in Mumbai by 8:30 a.m. Arrive in Taj hotel, not hostel, at noon for check in.
Pizza, then turn the page.
Last night in the sleepy-time sack---how could I forget?
