As of right exactly NOW I have only 48 hours left until I get to leave India and go home. I've been here so long, I've had to clip my fingernails three times. Three. I mean, unless I am some kind of crazy mutant who has the power to grow his fingernails quickly (and I think I'm not, because that power was already claimed by Meg from Family Guy), that means I've been here a very long time indeed. I am sustaining myself with thoughts of pizza and good coffee and a decent vodka tonic, which is, apparently, very hard to come by here.
Side note regarding vodka tonics: As I am staying in the very hotel that housed Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, et al, one of the staff members informed me that my drink choice was "a very good combination," as it is exactly what Brad Pitt drank while he was a guest. TOTES TWINSIES!
Also, a re-enacted conversation:
Me: So for you that's...four picture frames, a vase, a big carved wooden box with brass banding, a smaller carved wooden box with red lacquer, a couple of carved wooden plates, four pillow covers, a beaded and embroidered wall hanging, six really cute mugs with camels on them, and for the kids a big stuffed elephant and a hanging elephant mobile.
Mom: ...Why did you get the kids anything? Now you won't have room in your suitcase to bring me back a bedspread too. Can you return the elephants? I'd appreciate a bedspread more than they'd appreciate elephants.
Me: ...um. Did you not hear the list of...of all the other stuff you're getting instead?
Mom: Well, yes, and it all sounds lovely. Maybe you can get a bedspread and get it shipped back here.
Me: (sigh). One bedspread, coming up.