Magnus

Today, I saw a cockroach. I thought it was a mouse. A big mouse. I think it could eat a mouse. I named him Magnus, because he was big... and not even just big by cockroach standards. If normal cockroaches were people, he would be Godzilla. And he would be able to eat all the little cockroach-people, and their skyscrapers, too. Not that Godzilla really ate the buildings or anything, but if he had wanted to, he could have fit them in his tummy.

So, I leave tomorrow for Goa. Hopefully (but not likely) I'll have internet for at least part of our trip. Otherwise, this will be my last post until Monday or Tuesday. But if I don't have internet (and if I do), I am going to spend three days on the beach enjoying waves and sunshine, palm trees and sand, and all the things that mean ocean-y goodness. The sea is just a wetter version of the skies (RS). The catch: I'm going to spend about 28 hours on a train in the next few days... 14 each way, assuming it runs on time. I hope I can sleep on it.

So if you're wondering what's happening for those four days of my India experience, it involves beaches, palm trees, waves, sunscreen, coconut water, trains, and beach huts. And the coconut water is on there because the ten-year-old boy who I take lessons with told me I have to try it while I'm there. I'm a little skeptical, but he's a sweet kid, so I'll try it. His name starts with an M, and it's something I can't really spell. He was born in Florida, but he moved back here with his family, and he's been taking lessons with Vidya for the last three years. He doesn't speak very much English (I think he knows more than he speaks, though, and just prefers to talk in Marathi), and he really likes to show off his violin skills. It's always kind of humbling at lessons to get shown up by a ten-year-old. Anyway, today, he told me I have to try the coconut water, so I'll do that.

Also, playing Hearts has become a big time-waster for me here... it's what I do when I have no internet and no homework and nowhere to be. I'm never sure whether to feel proud or inept when I accidentally shoot the moon...