After the study (which started at 7 pm), we went out to dinner. I am not used to their late nights, but it seems as though they often eat dinner well past 9 pm. I’m not sure if that is cultural, or just how this little posse operates. Either way it will take a little adjusting to. Of all the places they could have chosen to go for dinner, they chose Pizza Corner. That makes two dinners at Pizza Corner in one week. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Again, I decided the fellowship was more important than the food, and if all these native Indians were craving pizza, then pizza we shall have!
Getting to Pizza Corner was different this time around. We scrounged up about five motorbikes for the nine of us to travel on. I have decided that my best plan of action when presented with a motorbike for transportation is to offer up a quick prayer for safety and hold on tight! I don’t really feel unsafe while riding on a motorbike, but I’m not sure if that is because A.) I’m delusional, B.) I’m getting used to the traffic, or C.) the traffic really isn’t all that extreme. At any rate, to Pizza Corner we headed. Nobel and I arrived first and put our name in for a table. Soon the rest arrived and we were all seated around our table peering over each other’s shoulders at the three menus we had available to us. Within ten minutes our order was in and conversations swirled around me. It is hard for me to understand them all the time with a combination of strong accents, quiet tones, loud fans (and other background noise), but I am learning to read lips and decipher the accent. Now if only they would speak louder.
What I enjoyed most about the evening was how much it reminded me of my “clan” back home. They sat around and harassed one another, shared food, and laughed a lot. It made me a little homesick for my friends, but I also felt very blessed that they have included me, for the next eleven weeks, in their “family.” Once I figure out what they are all laughing about, I’m sure it will feel much like home… in India.
|Donna is also a physical therapist at CMC, however I do not remember what department she is in. I also just met her last night, but she seems to have a mischievous side, and likes to make others laugh.|
|The whole gang at dinner.|
You might notice is this last picture that every one of my new friends is using a fork and knife to eat their pizza. This was an unexpected disappointment for me. I have been very diligent about learning how to eat my food with my hands just as the locals do. It is tricky, especially when you have rice with some sort of spicy sauce on it, but I have persevered. When I found out we were going to eat pizza, I thought, "Finally, a food I can eat with my hands and not look like an idiot!" Wrong. They eat pizza with utensils. Very disappointing. However, they seemed to be about as clumsy with utensils as I am with my fingers, so it wasn't a complete downer.
I am so thankful for this group of friends... even if they do eat pizza with utensils.