Settling In, Our House, Our Neighbourhood, Our India

The first few weeks in Bangalore (Nov.-Dec. 2006) were a bit ..... well, required some adjusting. After a couple of weeks in a serviced apartment, we finally moved into our house in a great neighbourhood, Indiranagar.

One of the major selling points, besides the donkey-drawn plastic bucket vendor strolling along, was the ironing-man perched just opposite our gate. Cool -- never again would I ever have to touch an iron!!!

Then I discovered:

The joys of cooking/cleaning dishes in a kitchen with midget-height counters, while Tina and Lucy discovered the joys of pulling everything down from the kitchen counters (not possible in the States due to babies' height limitations).

The joys of cling wrap that doesn't cling but also wrinkles immediately after you forcefully rip it from the soft cardboard box it's in (no sharp edges on the box).

The joys of counting cows on the street, and the beautiful big trees all around. The joys of hearing and feeling and smelling India. Hmmmm, the melodic sound of the languages, the shaking of the head, the feel of dust on your sandal feet shoes, the feel of the ground as you walk barefoot to the temples, the light touch on your arm of the beggar children, the sounds of the autorickshaws, and the smells of butter corn and roasted peanuts being sold on the street.