Workin' on my Fitness

I went in to a gym yesterday with a 2 week free pass. I tried to remind myself to be strong, don't join the gym no matter what they try to talk you in to. Alas, I'm such a sucker. First of all, they start with a full body analysis. Excuse me, but I just want to work out. I'm quite aware of my NEED to work out. But before you can enjoy your free pass, you have to get this analysis done. Fine, whatever. I think it was supposed to make me depressed and get me to hire a personal trainer immediately. Instead, I was impressed by my weight. It's not so bad. I've already lost some weight from Egypt and wasn't trying. Well done, me. However, to reach my fitness goals. I need to lose 10kilos(about 20lbs) of fat and gain 2-3 kilos(about 5lbs) of muscle. Totally got suckered in to paying for a gym membership for an entire year. But I saved over $400! I said no to the personal training and plan on working out by myself at first and then later if I need some extra help, might employ a trainer. It's not very motivating when the personal trainer isn't super fit herself. If someone who had Madonna's arms was offering me personal training, then obviously I would immediately sign up.

Also, I decided on a way to motivate myself. Here is the break down of rewards:

work out 5-7 days/week: new piece of clothing
eat healthy all week: new jewelry
work out only 3 days: pedi/mani

I know this makes me seem like such a princess, but my gym is in the middle of the shopping mecca of southeast asia. Basically every store you have ever heard of is within walking distance. It's hard to not think about shopping. So there it is. Let's see how it actually works.

Project Get in Shape needed to start like yesterday.

I've been fighting the fact that I need to get in shape. Initially, I lost a few lbs when I first moved to Singapore, probably just from the increase of walking everywhere. I feel like I just need to suck it up and join a gym. There's a gym at my complex, but there's not much there. I always feel like I get more out of it when I go to the classes. There's a class at the gym near my school called ABT= Abs, butt, thighs. I think that class is calling my name!!
Ugh. I hate going to gyms sometimes. Think I might just get a week pass and see if I really go. I do like to go running, but the coolest time of the day to go run is at like 5am. And it's still 80 degrees! Maybe if I write about it on here, then I'll have some accountability. Comments? Snide remarks?

F1

Had a really great time last night at the Formula One Racing. It's just a practice race but still very loud and tons of people out. Also, Missy Elliot performed. Singapore is not really known for being a really hyped up crowd. The cars go so fast, it's hard to actually see them. We found a place where they had to slow down on a curve so we were able to see them better. With that kind of stuff, I'm bored in like 15 minutes so I'm glad we had good friends there and loads of cheap beer. It's so weird to think I refer to $10/beers as cheap, but it is for Singapore. Before the race we went to this bar on the 70th floor. The elevator goes from the 4th floor straight up to the 70th so it's crazy fast. The boat building is my favorite. It's $20 just to go in it. There's an infinity pool that goes the entire length of the boat and there's a famous casino. A few weeks ago, a man sued the casino for letting him gamble away $3 million. He claimed the casino should have stopped him as he doesn't have that kind of money. Self control, buddy.

This is where the concert was.

View from the 70th floor bar.

upcoming trips

Because I'm excited about more travelling.

October- week break- Bali!!!!
November- long weekend- Borneo to see the Orangutans
December/January- 3 1/2 weeks- Cambodia, Vietnam
February- week break- Thailand
April- week break- ?? Trekking through Bhutan?
May- long weekend- Hong Kong to see kayla, darby, dan!
June-Trekking through Nepal?
July- looking into getting my master's in Prague - hoping to visit friends in Germany,Poland, and Italy at the end of July

A Different Sky

Finished this book about Singapore. It was really slow at first, but then got a lot better in the middle. It spans from 1920s-1950s with a focus on World War 2. I had no idea about Singapore's history especially the Japanese invasion and how everything changed from being run by the British. I liked how the places mentioned are places I go to and even the same grocery stores are around! It's about 3 different families and how their lives interconnect during those years. I really haven't made a lot of Singaporean friends as we tend to always stick to the expat community when living abroad. So I really know little about their culture. However, I'm learning a lot about New Zealand's culture. 4 of our close friends are from New Zealand so every time we hang out there are always new words and phrases that we learn from each other.
Here are some I learned last night:
jandels= flip flops
chilly bin= a cooler
Well, those are the only ones I remember. I learned so many other words, sometimes it's like learning another language. Of course we talked about the difference between marmite and veggiemite. It's funny when stereotypes are so true. The best question I've been asked is "Is living in the states just like the movies?" No, of course not. Wait, yes it is. Yes, we have a prom queen, king. Yes, we have prom and everyone dresses up and takes limos. Yes, there's a big graduation party for high school. Yes, in college you have keg parties. Yes, there are fraternities and sororities. Everything is just exaggerated, but yeah it's like the movies. The other thing I'm learning about is Rugby and Aussie Rules Football. Who knew there 2 Rugby leagues and different rules for each? One of our new friends is a former pro Rugby player who is famous enough to have a wikipedia article about him. So when we watch the games with him, he knows some of the players who are still playing. It's actually a pretty entertaining game to watch. After watching a Rugby match, it's painful to sit through a NFL game b/c it's soooo slow compared to Rugby. Can't wait to visit New Zealand.

lil weekend in indo.

On our first long weekend, we went to a little island that's a 45 minute ferry ride from Singapore. It's in Indonesia so you have to get a visa for Indonesia that takes up an entire page in your passport which is pretty annoying. It's such a pain when your passport is filled and you have to get more pages added. The whole weekend was super expensive with all these added taxes and fees. We've found in Singapore that everything has this ++ at the end of the price which means it has 2 types of taxes added. So something that might cost $40 would end up being $55 or sometimes more. You just never know how much tax will be. Alcohol is heavily taxed so a bottle of booze is 1/2 the price at duty free, but you can only get 1 bottle each time. Wine and beer in the stores is also a little expensive. It was a really nice weekend, but just overpriced. Being so close to Singapore, I guess they can charge whatever they want. It was nice though that we didn't even have to exchange money- everything is in Singaporean dollars. I'm really glad we don't have to worry about money or it might have broken the bank. I'm really glad our friends were there with us or it might have been a little boring.
It rained the first day we got there for awhile. Since we haven't really seen a lot of rain for the last 2 years living in a desert, we just sat and watched it.

The beach. It's okay. I feel like I'm such a beach snob now that we're a hour flight from Thailand. Thailand beaches are the most amazing in the world. Next time we'll just fly to Thailand.

These are the little huts that we stayed in. They're not really huts, but just hotel rooms that are set up like this so it's nice and private.

Teacher's Day

There's nothing quite like Teacher gifts. My favorite are always the cards.

HA! What??


The girl who gave me this said it was for my business cards. Hmmm...yes, thank you.

Ultimately, the best gift for Teacher's Day would be a day off....

A very Singaporean moment.

The other night, I went to dinner with a few gals from work. During our conversation, I realize that I'm the only one without a live-in maid. Seriously. Later I realize that my only friends without live-in maids are the newbies. Apparently, everyone gets a live-in evidently. It's really cheap and they do the cooking and everything. Even though I am accustomed to a weekly maid, I really can't see the point of a everday maid. I've been told that it's just a matter of time before I change my mind.

Sentosa

Last Saturday, we went out to Sentosa Island. It's only like 30 minutes away by bus. Then you take a tram for like 5 minutes. It's pretty nice considering it's the closest beach. There's a Universal Studios which I promised Owen I would go back and ride the roller coasters sometime. They have an indoor wave pool, zip lines that go to other islands, a luge, theater for concerts on the beach, etc. Looks like you could never get bored here.

This is Merlion Park. Reminds me a lot of Parc Guell in Barcelona.
Just a random shot from the beach. There's a tiny island across from this beach that you can walk out to on a bridge.

The Merlion statue. Yes, mer-lion. Part mermaid- part lion. Symbol of Singapore? Not sure why. I need to look that up.

This sign was on our bus. The third picture is the Durian fruit. Apparently, it smells like poop and tastes like a banana. Singaporeans love it. Personally, I have no desire to try it.

book reviews....why not

I finished 3 books before going back to work. I don't think I'll have much time for reading in the next few weeks since my schedule is pretty busy. Just wanted to recommend these books b/c I liked them.

This was a story about a circus in the 30s. I really liked the way the story was told. Very unique. A very quick and easy read. Can't wait to see the movie.
This books is about the slave trade in the 1700s told from a woman's perspective. Very good book, but also very disturbing. Slavery must be the worst thing humanity has ever done. Most is based on facts. Just unbelievable what some people have been through. "The book of Negroes" was a real list of people who were allowed to escape slavery and go to Canada which reminded me a little of Shindler's List. Also, just bought that book too- even though I know the ending.

I liked this book alot. It's based on a true story about a man who escaped from an Australian prison and lives in the slums in India while working for the Mafia and also acting in Bollywood films. He also started a free health clinic and then fought in Afghanistan. Most of it is true. It doesn't really matter that some of it is fiction because he's such a good writer. My favorite parts are when he talks about what it's like living in the slums of India. After seeing those slums, you just have to wonder what a life what that is like as a foriegner. I loved reading this book because it has such vivid descriptions of India. Can't wait to go back and see more of that amazing country!

conveyor belt sushi rocks

Still having a great time in Singapore. Did a little Ikea shopping today and controlled myself as best as I could. I love that place. Not much to report, just trying to keep an update on stuff. In the Lonely Planet books, there is always a section on each country entitled "Dangers and Annoyances". Sometimes they make me laugh so I always try to think of what I would add to this section with each country I go to. For Singapore, I would say that the people tend to walk "at" you. They will walk straight toward you until you jump out of the way at the last minute. It's slighly annoying because I don't understand it. I mean, evidently, you will have to move so why walk staight toward someone. I've been told by friends who have been here several years that you just get used to body checking a few people. Also, enormous amounts of the cutest babies I've ever seen. I just have to keep reminding myself that it's illegal to 'accidently' take one home from the store. In the paper, they have a whole section of cute Asian baby pictures. At first I thought it was all the ones that were for sale. No, just parents who are so proud of their cute babies. Pretty funny stuff.

conveyor belt sushi

Orchard road at night

I walk past this guy ever day so I thought I would take a picture. Lots of tourists take their pictures in front of him while laughing hysterically. I decided against that.

Singapore

I've been told that I need to update this as soon as I get to Singapore. I've been here a few days and nothing out of the ordinary has happened. No culture shock or anything odd to report. The only thing that really shocked me was this article. It's so crazy to think that I left the Middle East for Southeast Asia and I have to worry about a terrorist attack here. I don't think that article says which metro stop it was- but it's the main one. It's kinda the Times Square of Singapore and my school is a five minute walk away so that would be the MRT stop I would take. Kinda scary. It makes sense though. Singapore is a big city flaunting it's capitalistic ways. We've also seen a few muslim women covered, but very rarely. At the hotel breakfast there is this middle eastern man with 3 wives all wearing the burka and the Asian waitress hate them so much, they throw him hateful looks and refuse to refill their coffee. It's not really about religious intolerance, it's more about women's rights. It makes me just as mad to see something like that and to know that these women are his property in a form of slavery. Disgusting. There are so many religions here it's so awesome. I've seen buddhist temples, hindu temples, mormon churches, mosques, catholic churches, etc. I haven't really taken any pictures yet, but I'll try to post better ones later. These pics are just outside our hotel.

more culture shock

This morning I was asking my dad about the scanner. Our conversation went like this:

Dad: What do you need to use the scanner for?

Me: To scan my passport and email it.

Dad: What?! You shouldn't do that, you need to be careful about identify theft.

Me: What....? How is someone going to steal my identity through an email?

Dad: Well, may I ask who you are sending it to.

Me: My boss in Singapore for my work visa.

Dad: Ohhhhhhh.... Well, that should be fine.

He thought I was just going to scan it and send all my info to some scam online? I may have been out of the country for the past 2 years, but I'm not an idiot. It's funny how there are all these commericals about identity theft, making sure your baby doesn't die from whooping cough, all the diseases you could die from, etc. And the shows are all about how people just snap and kill everyone in their family for no reason. Wow. I feel like I should be afraid to leave the house. It's so similiar to the book, 1984, where the people live in fear of things that probably won't happen to them. Just this past year while driving to work each day in Cairo, I saw 7 dead bodies on the side of the road. Just from crossing the road. It's not unusual to see an entire family riding on a motor bike with the mom carrying a newborn. Obviously without helmets. You know it will only take a bump to kill them all. It's so extreme to see absolutely no safety measures to the extreme American fear of everything. Part of me wants to laugh at the idea of identity theft being the worst thing to happen in your life, but I guess that would really suck if someone stole your credit and stuff. I get it, but it just seems like we have it sooo good here. It's weird how the cops just sit and wait for someone to speed just a little. I hate driving in fear of going slightly over the speed limit. It's a really big change from just doing whatever the hell you want in Cairo.

What I've learned from living abroad

Here are a few things I've learned the last 2 years living abroad.

1. I don't need as much personal space as I think I do.

I was running this morning on the sidewalk and a lady and her dog approached me. They move off of the sidewalk and into the street so that we can pass each other. My thought was geez, there's plenty of space.... This happened 3 more times with various people passing me. In Cairo (and most of the world) people are very close to each other. Physically close. When I would ride the metro and be the only person in the car, a woman would come and sit right next to me- practically on top of me. Why? They feel more comfortable being close to someone. I still need my personal space and sometimes it would bother me when people violate this, but I have come to realize that I don't need as much as I thought.

2. I don't need as much technology as I think I do.

In Egypt, I had a cellphone whose most advanced feature was the calculator. Nothing about it bothered me. I liked that I couldn't check my email every 2 seconds. I'm back in the states for a few weeks and here I am with a Crackberry that I'm already addicted to. I didn't have a tv the past 2 years and learned that not only can I live without it, but I don't even want one. It's very liberating to not have nonsense to distract you all the time. It forces you to sit down and really talk to people. I got to know my friends in Cairo better than I've ever gotten to know anyone.

3. Americans do not have a good reputation.

Sorry y'all, but it's true. When I would meet people while traveling and it would come up that I was American (which is something you want to hide as long as you can) they would get awkward and say something like "We love Obama!" or "Wow, you don't seem like an American, you're so easy going!" or "No, I don't hate Americans.....there was one time I met an American who was really cool...." Americans who travel are typically the biggest a-holes you've ever met. They are super high maintenance and worried about every little thing so they tend to have public meltdowns. When you see or meet English-speaking peeps, you can immediately tell where they are from before you get a chance to recognize their accents. Aussies are always the loud ones trying to get in fights. Kiwis are the same-less intense. The brits are the ones who are badly sunburned, wearing sock with sandals, and already loudly drunk before noon. The obnoxious young backpackers(18-25) are just trying to hook up and party hard. They care nothing about the culture or the people and are just looking for a good time. The Canadians are the ones that are super friendly and apologize for everything. Everyone loves Canadians. I've noticed that while travelling a lot of non-Canadians, especially Americans, have been putting the Canadian flag on their bags so people will think they are Canadian. Smart move.

4. Obama is the best thing that could happen to America.

I don't know about how he's doing as far as running the country. But as far as an international perspective, America NEEDED someone like Obama if we want to be supported by other countries. His reputation abroad is amazing and everyone loves him.

5. I like experiencing new cultures.

I haven't experienced the culture in each country that I've been to, but I like it more when I try to do so. I love how different everything is from the food, the language, the mannerisms, what pisses people off, etc. It's great learning about other people because ultimately I learn more about myself.

6. I do not have the American Dream.

I do not want to live in a suburb with a house, fenced-in yard, dog, and little white kids. There's nothing about that that sounds appealing to me. I would one day like to get married, en shallah (God willing) and have kids. I really really want to adopt kids. I want my kids to be bilingual and live in a culture that is very diverse. I want to have friends from different countries who are nothing like me. I don't want to be consumed in materialism and owning too much stuff. I am an expat and don't regret it.

7. I would like to never own a car again.

That sounds really random, but it's sooo much easier to walk, bike, or take the metro everywhere. A car is so much trouble. You have to worry about gas, oil changes, insurance, etc. I guess that means I'm going to keep living somewhere that doesn't require a car.

8. I love beaches.

This is always my fave place to vacay. There's something sooo relaxing about laying on the beach, reading a book, chillin with friends, possibly with a drink.....

9. I own too much stuff. And I hate it.

This kinda goes back to what I was saying before. When you see poverty on a daily basis you realize that you are sooo privileged and you just don't feel the need to spend money on new shoes or anything that seems excessive. Don't get me wrong, I like to shop and get new stuff. But I have to get rid of stuff when I get new stuff. This also goes with moving overseas. It's like the old saying. "You just can't take it with you." And it makes sense. Why keep stuff that I'm not going to use when someone else less fortunate might use it or even need it.

10. I like to travel.

Ok, that seems pretty obvious. I didn't realize how much I liked doing this until I was travelling every few weeks. I'm pretty sure that 2 years ago, I'd never heard of some of the places I went to- Tunisia, Bahrain, etc. I love it and hope I can keep travelling for many more years.

Mooooooole

Every year I go to the Dermatologist to get checked for skin cancer. I've had more than 1 dermo tell me that I WILL get skin cancer at some point in my life. Very positive feedback, doc. I've had a good friend(who is my age) who had skin cancer a few years ago, so I know it's a real threat. I've had 11 moles removed due to their suspicious appearance. All but one has been benign. One was deemed "precancerous". Isn't all of my skin "precancerous"?? Really? I think that's a made up term. So this time I had 2 moles removed. Now I've had moles removed on my butt, boob, underarm, bottom of my foot, etc. that have been in very uncomfortable places while healing. This one was on my scalp. Yes, my hair had to be shaved to get to it. Not only that but it's HUGE! When they remove a mole, they usually just scrape it off. But with a big one, they have to cut it out. When they finish they burn it so it'll stop bleeding. So now I have this giant hole on the side of my head sans hair and was burned. I look like a freakin burn victim. The doctor even gave me cream for burn victims and she would cringe every time she looked at my head. I was going to get my hair colored and cut this week, but that doesn't look like it'll be happening. Whatever, it is all in the name of skin cancer prevention.

Egypt made me fat.

That's crazy talk, right? No way. It's just facts. I feel like I can officially say this now. I've been back stateside for almost a week and have already lost 5 lbs and I'm sitting here eating a bowl of cereal with chunks of chocolate in it. (Yes, that's what fat people do) Everyone I knew in Egypt struggled with their weight. Guys and gals. It was just a normal part of life there- gaining weight and not being able to lose it.

So why does Egypt make you fat? Oh, I will tell you.

There's nothing to do to stay physically active except for the gym. You can't just go for a quick run. You will be chased by creepy men and stray dogs. You can't even go for a walk for the same reasons. Most likely walking you will be grabbed or groped as I had the lovely experience of screaming at men and boys who do this. The gym is more stressful than it's worth. The meatheads on roids who walk around the gym get in the way of actually accomplishing anything. One day I realized how hot it was at the gym. I actually had to ask the manager to turn on the AC. We are in the middle of the desert, people!! No one does anything more than walking slowly on the treadmill. The only people who are running or sweating are us whiteys. So it's annoying that they occupy all of the cardio machines. Don't get me started on the dressing room as it's a free-for-all. There are attendants in there who do nothing except randomly decide to get out their prayer rugs and pray. I'm all for religious tolerance, but when there is only a 3' by 3' area to access my locker and you are your yoga/prayer time is occupying that entire space, then your praying is now getting on my nerves. Why do they have to do it there? Because the Egyptian mindset is not thoughtful of others. You just do whatever you want, whenever you want. Plus you have to show everyone how religious you are. Like I said, the gym would stress me out.

The food is always soaked in butter before it's cooked. I would get so sick sometimes from eating out just because of the fat added. You can forget about eating anything fresh like salads because you are just asking for some food poisoning. Why eat out so much? Well, because it's sooo cheap and after a long day at work and the gym, the last thing you want to do is cook. It's also great socializing. I absolutely love my friends in Cairo and we have such good times together. But there's nothing for us to do except go to the bar and/or eat out. Mucho drinking took place as well. I should say moderate drinking each day. Just drinking everyday. You can't drink too much alcohol at once or you'll get a major hangover. Not only are the local spirits terrible, but they have so many preservatives that they give terrible headaches. Being in the desert dehydrates you more than usual too. If I wanted to have 1 beer after work, I would need to be sure to drink 3 liters of water during the day to curb the dehydration headache.

I'm sooo glad to be done with Egypt. I love it and I hated it. But very glad to move on to something else. When I tell people that I'm moving to Singapore and they have lived in SE Asia, all they can say is "That's great! It's sooo humid there! You'll love it! Oh, you'll love to food! You'll lose so much weight!" I'm very excited. It seems that there is great food from India and Thailand which are my 2 faves. Maybe one day I'll be writing a post on why Singapore made me skinny.

Leaving Cairo- Airport Edition

The airport in Cairo is never without a little adventure or possible bribing of officials. Both of my checked bags were clearly overweight, but the local Egyptian woman who was working the counter for Air France really couldn't care less about that. However, the weight of one of my carryon bags seems to disturb her.

Her: This bag is too heavy.

Me: Well, could you bring back my checked bags and I'll put some some in it?

Her: No, they were both overweight.

Me: Hmm....well, what if I just take out some stuff from one carry on and put it in the other. (And before she can respond, I start doing this. Always act like you own the place- best tip for travelling in Egypt and no one will really question you)

Her: Ok, it's underweight now.

As soon as I get to the gate, I transfer everything back into the other carryon. Really doesn't make any sense, but I'm not going to start questioning Egypt now. One of the worst things about flying back to the states is that you have to claim your checked baggage right after immigration and recheck it for your final destination. This is very difficult to do when you have 4 bags with you and all of the bitches with their 1 suitcase have taken all of the pushcarts. Also, because it's a huge airport and everyone who is flying into the airport has to claim their luggage in just 1 carousal, makes for a lot of bag stacked on top of each other. As a very independent woman, I feel that I can do everything on my own. I saw my bag underneath 3 other bags so naturally I jump on the carousal and as it's taking me around I dig through the bags, grab mine, and leap off of the moving carousal almost breaking my leg. There also may have been a few F bombs dropped in the process. As I'm panting and recovering, this elderly gentleman next to me says, "Why, ma'am I can help you with your next bag.....unless you think I'm being sexist...." in a thick Georgian accent. I'm sure I looked like I was a do-it-herself kinda girl who would be offended by chivalry. Not at all, I let him get my other bag for me. Then I dragged and kicked all of the luggage to the checkin counter. I was sweating profusely by the time I got there to say the least.

As I was headed home on the last flight of my 20 hour journey, the culture shock sets in. The flight attendants seemed to think they were the lead entertainers on a Disney cruise with their jokes and theatrics with the announcements. No need to entertain us- we're on an hour flight. As I was reading SkyMall, and trying to justify purchasing an underwater pogostick, I realized how Americans are completely attacked by consumerism. It's everywhere-even on the plane. There's just so much stuff to buy and so little time to have it all. Fighting against the consumerism and materialism is my goal while I'm here. Although I'm sure I've already failed this as I can't wait to go shopping for new summer clothes and already have my new Blackberry set up.

Mummy Tummy

Before I moved to Cairo, talking about bowel movements was just not something I was comfortable with. I remember one of my first conversations with my friend Peter. I mentioned that my stomach was a little upset. He then asked if I had diarrhea. I gave him a "how dare you ask me something so personal" look. Nowadays, it's standard conversation. Maybe even mentioned over dinner. Everyone can relate because they've probably recently had a bout of Mummy Tummy. I was just thinking on the walk home from dinner how bizarre it is that we are all so comfortable with each other to mention it. Another reason why I love my friends here and why it'll be hard to say goodbye. Won't miss the diarrhea, though.

The good, the bad, and the awkward

Just finished reading this book that Owen bought for me at Christmas. I really have no interest in mountain climbing at all, but this book is really good. I have probably read 4 or 5 books about climbing Mount Everest and watched about 7 documentaries on it and I still learn something new each time. It's so fascinating how hard it is to climb that mountain and how so many people die trying to do it. This book is about 2 rich guys who know nothing about mountain climbing having the crazy idea to be the first to climb all 7 summits on each continent. Since they are trying to be the first to do this back in the 80s, oh, and they are in their 50s, it's interesting because back then it wasn't as easy as it would be today. I won't ruin the end and let you find out yourself what happens, if they make all 7, who dies, etc. True story.

I absolutely loved "Life of Pi" which has the same author as this book that I borrowed from a friend. This was the weirdest book I have ever read. The back cover describes it like this "a man wakes up one day and discovers that he is now a woman". Umm, yes, super weird. Not very good. If you like really weird books, then this one is for you and I won't ruin the ending. Since I knew Owen wouldn't read it, there were times I would stop, explain the plot and then read a selection for him. Then we would look awkwardy at each other and then burst out laughing.

FINALLY, saw the movie, "The Blind Side", which was awesome. I'm sure I'm the last person to see this movie, but I'm glad I did. If you haven't seen it- you should! Also, saw "The Proposal" and it was kinda stupid just as I thought it would be.

I read a lot.

Just finished this on the day I was sick. John bought this book in India while we were in a cab and a guy came to the window to sell it to us. The books that he had were obviously copied from a copy machine. When you buy books like that, you never know what you're gonna get. Sometimes they are missing pages or some pages are blank. This one is complete so we were lucky. We had heard that this book IS India. It's a really interesting story about a taxi driver in India and it reminds me a lot of the lives of our boyabs. These are the old couple that we sometimes refer to as our pirates because that what they look like and sound like. It's just so interesting to know that there are people who live in your building who are living in utter poverty and you see it everyday. What do you do? What do you say to them? How different our lives must be. If you've ever travelled to India or plan on it, you should read this book. It's a great insight to how the structure of the country works.