What did you do over the holiday?

Oh my goodness... my students are great.

I have them write a reflection after every test, and every time we have any days off from class I have them write about what happens during the holiday. Last week we had the entire week off; HH the Dalai Lama was teaching Monday-Thursday, and so Tibet Charity decided to just close for the whole week since it didn't make much sense to have class only on Friday.

This evening I was procrastinating, whining internally about having to grade so many tests (not that many, really.. it was definitely whining) – I studied Hindi, I graded a little at a time and rewarded myself with other activities like rewinding the yarn I bought or doing push-ups, or making a list of reasons to stay until December and another list of reasons to leave a few weeks early. Eventually I decided to just buckle down and finish grading. After I got through the tests – which wasn't that bad – I remembered I still had to correct the papers on what they'd done last week.

Once I actually started doing it it went so quickly... lol... Their writing is a bit dry and predictable (usually) when they have to write about “your daily routine” or when they are asked to answer specific questions. When I let them write about what they want, though, some of them get really creative. I have a few students who must be getting pretty comfortable with me and/or with the English language, because they express these colorful, lively stories.

As it turns out, a few of my students went out to the Rewalsar/Manali area last week as well. One told me about how he and his friend got sick on the bus and threw up on the way to Rewalsar. He said that when he got there he “saw lake and statue so strong faith, but in the lake lot of fish so a little compassion.” Only Buddhists! He also worked in some of the vocabulary words we'd been using in conversation class. He did not vomit on the way back.

Another student, one of the monks, told me about how he and a friend went down to Lower Dharamsala to shop, and how they stopped for sweets and sweet tea. They met another friend on the way back who suggested they all go get some more sweets – and how they had a fun little discussion about how they couldn't keep eating like that because they'd get sick, and it's a good thing he bought new shoes to exercise!

Part of the test was to answer questions like “What do you always do?” and “What do you sometimes do?” Many of them answered that they always study English, but one said she always dances at home. I gave all of those answers smiley faces. Maybe they'll get stickers, too.

A few of my students begin nearly every writing assignment with “Hi dear teacher, how are you?” or “Dear teacher Magda...” I think it's cute. It's stuff like this that makes me want to stay. Regardless of when I leave, I'm going to miss them. I have a few of their email addresses; I'll have to get more of them. Maybe I can connect with some of them on Google+ (where you can filter who sees what much more easily than you can on Facebook). I have a few who ask if I'm teaching conversation class or if another teacher is; I suspect that they play favorites, and I know at least one of them comes to my class and not the others. I admit it makes me feel a little warm and fuzzy inside.

As far as the coming-home plans, it looks like financially it'll be pretty much a wash between staying until December or coming home a few weeks early. I'll see how I feel after the trip to Rajasthan, I guess. There are plenty of teachers here and I spoke to the boss, who said it would be fine to go whenever I wanted, so that's nice to know.

On an unrelated note, it looks like my room threw up on my bed. I'm an artist, I tell ya... that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Organized chaos: it's how I work best. I like having things neat and clean, but somehow I can never keep them that way for long. It just seems to futile to constantly be putting things away when you know they're just going to get taken out again... right? Plus when it's as humid as it is here, you almost have to leave your clothes out in an attempt to let them dry, unless you aren't concerned about that pesky mildew smell.

And now, since I did manage to finish grading all of these tests, I think I am going to reward myself with a bit of knitting before I get back to studying Hindi, or designing some kind of grammar drills for class. I think they need a little more structure in their writing assignments, and it's my job to provide that. Giving them sentences on the board to correct as a class has also gone over well in the past; I should come up with some more of those to give them. Hmmm......

Suggestions?

More Manali

One more way India differs from the US: if you want a cup of coffee in the morning – at least one that isn't the instant powdered kind – you're going to have to wait. You know how most cafes, Starbuckses, etc are open by 5 or 6 in the morning? Yeah, here they chill until 9. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the locals all drink tea.... I suppose it's a really nice thing if you work in one of these cafes, but if you are a visitor looking for that morning caffeine fix, you might want to seek alternatives.

So, dear readers, while I am waiting for 9am to roll around I will be a good little blogger and tell you about the last couple of days, since as you may have noticed I was slacking a little bit on that front.

We've arrived in Manali on Tuesday evening. The first couple of days were spent exploring, sightseeing, and generally wandering around.

Yep, real life snake charmer.

We did fun things like visit one of the old local Hindu temples.

There is some really intricate wood carving on some of the old buildings in Manali, unlike I've seen in other places. Oh, and skulls.

Gill and I sat on a yak. It was very soft, but not quite as big as I expected. Maybe smaller yaks are easier to maintain here at relatively low altitudes (around 2000 meters).

We took some photos..

This is a Tata Nano. I see more cars like this here than any other... doesn't it kinda look like my Yaris at home?

The marigolds (and roses, and everything else) get really tall here, presumably from all the monsoon rain.

It's apple season in Himachal Pradesh.

If you look closely you can see both English and Tibetan writing on this wall under the painting. I found it to be a nice change from English overtaking everything it contacts; here the English has been covered up by Buddhist art.

Oh yeah, the hotels have cool names. Ours is called "The Dragon."

Yesterday for breakfast we decided to check out a little place we'd passed earlier called “Dylan's.” It, like the few other cafes that carry the stuff, advertises that you can get real brewed coffee there.

It was pretty darn good.

Verity finally found a good soy cappuccino!

What's that, you say? Fresh pineapple mint juice? Don't mind if I do...

There was a cast & crew running around Manali all day shooting some film, so we watched that for a while. They did not ask us to be extras (inconsiderate jerks).

After our nice relaxing morning we wandered down toward New Manali to purchase some gifts (and maybe a couple of things for ourselves, too).

Not the greenest city park I've ever seen...

No, I did not try one.

Later, Marie, Verity, and I took a detour through the woods near the river:

and found this cool tree:

and then on the way back into town we wandered down a side street filled with dhabas. They were impressed that I could decipher this sign:

In case you're wondering, it's: Chai - Coffee - Omelet in the red, and the blue reads: Veg momo, Chicken momo, Fried momo... (I'm actually not sure what the first word on the second line of blue says), then Soup, Chowmein, Dal, Chavel (which means rice). Cool, eh?

The three of us decided to try some dessert at the little place across the main road from our hotel, The Bee's Knees. I'm not sure if I mentioned it before, but in Dharamsala most of the businesses that provide wi-fi to their customers have passwords that reflect the spiritual, heavily Tibetan makeup of the town: “compassion,” “thankyousomuch,” “ilovemandala,” or sometimes more food-oriented ones like “bananacake” or “mochaccino.” It's cute. You get used to expecting a sweet, New-Age-y answer when you ask for the password after ordering your ginger lemon honey tea. That being said, you may be able to imagine our reaction when we asked for the password at The Bee's Knees and was told...

are you ready for this?...

“1nightstand69.”

Bahahahahaha.... well played, Bee's Knees cafe.

As I was telling my sister last night, I'd be alright with coming home any time now. I like it here, and I have actually been feeling a surprisingly low level of homesickness (maybe it's because I know I'll be back soon), but what I have been feeling lately is a sense that I have things to do – and I have to be home to do them. I miss my job and the paycheck it brings. Money certainly isn't everything, not by a long shot, but when you've spent two straight months spending your savings and not making much back, if any, then it gets a little tiring. Life in India is cheap, but it isn't free.

In closing, I leave you with photos of some of the local doggies:

In which I pretend to be an electrician

I apologize for my rushed account of the TIPA show last night, but I was out having coffee with some friends afterward and didn't want to be on my computer and antisocial for too long, but I knew once we left I wouldn't be able to upload my post. The show was fun, even if there were moments that reminded me of one of those bizarre “hip” Christian church services with the full band and the personality cult. During one musical number, on the curtain behind the musicians there was a big picture of HH the Dalai Lama superimposed over a space scene with stars and galaxies, and stuffed doves on wires bobbed with the motion of a multicolored wheel off to the side. Kinda weird. Generally speaking, though, it was a good time and I had fun.

After some surprisingly decent cheesecake and a bit of dancing at the coffee shop, Alex and Rico walked me back to my place – a thoughtful offer, since it is a bit of a trip and I don't like doing it alone in the dark if I don't have to. It's just as well, too, because we also encountered a barking dog lurking down an alleyway, a first since I've been here. You'll be happy to know we made it back to Pause Dwelling without further incident.

I had only been in my room for about 5 minutes when the power went out. I waited a bit to see what would happen, because sometimes it's only a few minutes before everything starts up again. It didn't, so I went to sleep. Alex wanted to meet before HH's teachings began this morning anyway, so I needed some rest. To my surprise and annoyance, my lights still wouldn't turn on and the fan wouldn't spin when I got up this morning. I washed my hair in the sink because I'd really been hoping for a shower, but you do what you can with what you have. It's India.

At HH's teachings I basically tuned in and out the entire 4 hours we were there. He spoke more of compassion and secular morality, but this teaching had more religiosity in it than the one last week. He said things that seemed mildly condescending to non-believers, but I reminded myself that he is, after all, the leader of a major world religion, and so I can't really fault him too much for it. At least he said we all have the same goal in mind with regard to the avoidance of suffering and attainment of happiness, and that we all deserve respect regardless of our beliefs (or lack thereof).

I spent much of the time mulling over ideas for a sewing business I could start when I get back home. I really love my job at Duke's Catering (hi Mo! I miss you!), but unfortunately I've got bills to pay and part time work doesn't always cut it. I want to maintain a flexible schedule, and I do alright with a sewing machine, so I thought maybe I could make something work there with an online or perhaps consignment sort of thing. Regardless of whether it works out in the end, I had a good morning being creative and scribbling down notes and ideas.

On a related note, Dad, I want to go to DragonCon with you next year. DragonCon or whatever other Cons you may be planning to attend.... I've got some pretty kickass cosplay ideas.

The rest of you: go ahead and make fun of my geekery. We all know you're just jealous. ;)

Anyway, upon returning home from the temple, I found that my power still wasn't on. Wtf, right? As I headed downstairs to get someone to fix it, I flipped some switches in the other rooms (they keep the doors open if no one is renting them. I'm doing the same with mine right now in hopes that it'll air out and the sheets will dry... monsoon season is almost over but we aren't quite there yet. Damp sheets kinda suck). Sure enough, the lights worked in the other rooms. I went back and checked mine again. Still nothing.

The guys came up and after a minute of fiddling with the breaker they got it to work. I had to turn everything off, then we had to flip a tired little switch outside, and then I could go about getting that shower I wanted so badly. I plugged in my phone, set some water to boil in the kettle, turned on the water heater in the bathroom, and put the fan on to try to dry the few articles of laundry I'd hung in my room.

Everything turned off.

Well shit, I thought. I tried flipping the switch myself and couldn't get it to stick, so I had to go bother the guys again. I decided I'd have to do a little experimentation to see how many things I could have running at one time without tripping the breaker; I got it up to a light in the main room, the light in the bathroom, the kettle, the water heater, and I think I also had my phone plugged in, and it was no problem. I think that might be the limit, though.

Yup, India. It's not so bad, but I have started to get a few pangs of homesickness. I'm sure in the end I'll be glad I decided to stay until December, but if I had an open ended ticket home, I'd be tempted to use it in another month or so. I think when I get back I'll try to save some money and plan to check out Europe, or maybe Canada. Anybody want to be a travel buddy?