Today, at a lovely establishment called Fine Foods on Karve Road, I found red wine vinegar. It's basically an international food store, so it had sushi ingredients, jams, pickles, Greek olives, ice cream, etc. I doubt I'll go there very often because the local food is pretty awesome, and the stuff there was pretty expensive by Indian standards. My 17 ounce bottle of vinegar was about $4.

But today was a really long day. Lots of shopping and walking and long classes. So, I got back to my host family's place, and I went to bed. And then I ate dinner, and now, I'm about to go back to bed. My Aai has been out all day. She went to visit her sister, I think. But that means my Baba cooked dinner. It was really good. I was actually a little bit surprised that he could. He made dal and a potato dish and some spiced rice. And it was a lot spicier than Aai cooks, which I appreciated. However, there was one point at the meal where I had set aside a giant chunk of chili pepper to avoid, and all of a sudden, my mouth was burning, and that part of my plate was cleared. Good times. I've turned into a rather inattentive eater now that I like pretty much everything available.

I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I'm with a non-veg family. My host family eats meat. A lot of us have had complaints about the way we were situated in host families because of our eating habits. There are at least three people on the trip who are avid meat-eaters, and they were placed in strict vegetarian homes that won't even allow meat in the houses. And then there's me, a 9-year rather strict vegetarian who got placed with a family who eats meat, and I have to worry about whether they're accidentally serving me chicken stock or something like that. We had to fill out questionnaires before we came here, and virtually the only thing I put on mine was “I'm vegetarian, and I would like a veg family.” So it seems like the priorities of the person in charge of housing were very different than the priorities of the students.