Delhi

Here is a list of some of what it is like to be here… I plan to add to it as the days unfold!

Marble everywhere; floors and stairs. Overwhelming smells. Rickshaw. Auto Rickshaw. Beggars grabbing passangers ankles while at a stop light on a Rickshaw. Open meat markets, with more flies in the air than a person can count. Micro business everywhere contributes to why India is so slow pace. There is no Wal-Mart that sells everything you need in one store, but there is a store for just about every individual thing you can think of. A person can be hired for just about anything; to deliver your food, even milk shakes. You can even rent just about anything; if they cannot sell it, then they figure they might as well try to rent it and get some money out of it. [Hence, we are renting some carpet for the retreat]. The water is not good to drink. Brush teeth with bottled watered. The sound of a fan will become music to one's ears. Spicy food. People everywhere, most buildings are makeshift, and no open space. Crazy traffic and have yet to see a car without a scratch on it. Turbins of all colors. More languages than I knew existed. Indians that look Asian.