Monday

After a late night drawing charts and preparing the document, I almost forgot about India, except this is where I am.
I feel like I am having a strange camping experience in my hotel. Since purchasing my own clean sheets, I have been making the bed with them at night and then packing them up in the morning in order not to offend the hotel's people. The suitcase I pack and zip up as well in case of ants of other bugs. Because I saw a cockroach the other day, I have been keeping all foods triple layered in plastic bags, and bring out the trash very often. It must be just like camping, which means camping is pretty miserable because I would be in Maine instead of Delhi.
I have become a little weary of how much trouble it is to get around and walk down the street here, but it probably won't stop me from going anywhere.