It's official- my sweat smells like curry.  And seeing as how I sweat persistently throughout the day... Let's just say I fit in well.

India reminds me of Philly in the way you could be walking down the street and within minutes go from smelling yummy fried foods to sewage to cologne to fish markets to exhaust.  Although, I have to say, the hospital smells better than any in the US. Even without air conditioning. I think it's because the patients are all continent. The hospital is rustic and filled with shrines dedicated to the woman who founded it. You're required to remove your shoes before you can enter the ICU. The patients, nurses, doctors and staff are so sweet and we're always welcomed with a warm smile (usually accompanied by a quick welcome head bobble).  The babies are garnished w gold jewelery and have dark ash on there eyes w a third eye painted in between their brows. There was a cow running down the middle of the road on our way home last night. We see something new and totally foreign every day... It's so amazing to be here.  I'm so thankful.

We have big plans for an hour long deep tissue massage tomorrow... For 17 bucks.  Thank you, US dollar. It'll be my first professional massage ever. I'll probably just end up being too ticklish to enjoy it... I'm excited to see!

-Cathy 

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