It's now been raining for four days straight. This morning, when I woke up, I threw open the curtain and was thrilled to see sunshine. Waking up here a quite nice. In the alley, behind the hotel, there is a bakery of some sort so around 4AM every morning, my hotel room starts to smell like baking bread. So between the sunshine, delicious smell (maybe that's why I'm so hungry at breakfast each morning) and happy, singing birds, I was feeling quite wonderful.
The hotel serves a really great breakfast. Loads of fresh fruit, like pineapple, musk melon (cantaloupe, but what's sounds better? Actually, neither), and papaya. As hard as I try, I just can't get into the flavour of papaya. I've since given up. Being a long term guest, everyone knows what I like and if I deviate, I get the, "No scrambled egg this morning, ma'am?" Everyone knows the woman in room 604. It helps that I'll chat with anyone who will chat back. Language is definitely a barrier, but most people speak a smattering and hand signals can get you further than you would think.
My cabbie of choice, Soorish, loves to speak English and so we practice when I see him. He picked me up once and on our rather long drive through the rain, he told me in very broken English (but WAY better than my Hindi) about a nephew in Toronto and how much he'd like to come to Canada and see snow. He gave me his phone number, in case I needed a cab, and so I've called him up a couple of time. The "old" cabs here are ancient Fiats--kind of like what you see driving around in Havana. No air conditioning, but lots of charm--at least on a cool rainy day. I'm sure that there would be a lot less charm being stuck in full sun in 35C weather. People are not as obsessed about wearing deodorant as we are. Initially, I noticed it, and now, not so much. What I'm really curious to see is that when I get home to my own house, what will the clothes I've been wearing smell like to me?
I've very much digressed as I've been working on this post off and on when I have a moment or two. Anyway, by the time I left for work, it was cloudy, and now, it's been raining all day. It's late in the afternoon and every time I walk by a window, it's raining.
A total high point in my day, though, was when I got a thank you gift from one of the users. She's a lovely person and it was such an unexpected gesture. It just brightened my day. It's nice to be appreciated.
It's now late at night and it has finally stopped raining. Hooray!
It's shortly after midnight and I'm dying to know what runs behind the hotel. It sound like a giant ventilation system that get turned on around 7 in the morning and off shortly after midnight. It's white noise, I don't really notice it until there is this huge banging noise and the things get going-or the silence when it's off. A mystery to solve before I leave.
The hotel serves a really great breakfast. Loads of fresh fruit, like pineapple, musk melon (cantaloupe, but what's sounds better? Actually, neither), and papaya. As hard as I try, I just can't get into the flavour of papaya. I've since given up. Being a long term guest, everyone knows what I like and if I deviate, I get the, "No scrambled egg this morning, ma'am?" Everyone knows the woman in room 604. It helps that I'll chat with anyone who will chat back. Language is definitely a barrier, but most people speak a smattering and hand signals can get you further than you would think.
My cabbie of choice, Soorish, loves to speak English and so we practice when I see him. He picked me up once and on our rather long drive through the rain, he told me in very broken English (but WAY better than my Hindi) about a nephew in Toronto and how much he'd like to come to Canada and see snow. He gave me his phone number, in case I needed a cab, and so I've called him up a couple of time. The "old" cabs here are ancient Fiats--kind of like what you see driving around in Havana. No air conditioning, but lots of charm--at least on a cool rainy day. I'm sure that there would be a lot less charm being stuck in full sun in 35C weather. People are not as obsessed about wearing deodorant as we are. Initially, I noticed it, and now, not so much. What I'm really curious to see is that when I get home to my own house, what will the clothes I've been wearing smell like to me?
I've very much digressed as I've been working on this post off and on when I have a moment or two. Anyway, by the time I left for work, it was cloudy, and now, it's been raining all day. It's late in the afternoon and every time I walk by a window, it's raining.
A total high point in my day, though, was when I got a thank you gift from one of the users. She's a lovely person and it was such an unexpected gesture. It just brightened my day. It's nice to be appreciated.
It's now late at night and it has finally stopped raining. Hooray!
It's shortly after midnight and I'm dying to know what runs behind the hotel. It sound like a giant ventilation system that get turned on around 7 in the morning and off shortly after midnight. It's white noise, I don't really notice it until there is this huge banging noise and the things get going-or the silence when it's off. A mystery to solve before I leave.
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