Most of the past week has been full of time with Satpreet's grandparents and more relatives than I can possibly keep track of.
"Remember when I explained (insert the name of a relative) to you the other day?"
"She's the one..." "He's the one who..."
"Don't you remember?"
No, I can't keep track of all the faces, the names, the stories.
But it's been fun to see a different side of a dear friend's life. The side that most have not and will not get to see.
And had I come to India on my own, I never would have gotten to experience so intimately the culture and people.
Today we finally get our Indian clothing that we have been waiting for.
Tonight we go to the border of Pakistan and India.
And tomorrow we get on a crowded bus and head to the mountains- to Mcleod Ganj.
"Remember when I explained (insert the name of a relative) to you the other day?"
"She's the one..." "He's the one who..."
"Don't you remember?"
No, I can't keep track of all the faces, the names, the stories.
But it's been fun to see a different side of a dear friend's life. The side that most have not and will not get to see.
And had I come to India on my own, I never would have gotten to experience so intimately the culture and people.
Today we finally get our Indian clothing that we have been waiting for.
Tonight we go to the border of Pakistan and India.
And tomorrow we get on a crowded bus and head to the mountains- to Mcleod Ganj.
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