Anyway, I was up because At dowloaded the new Salman Rushdie--Victory City--on my phone and it mentions people and places I'm connected to (my dad's family claim to be descendants of Krishna Deva Raya's palaiyakars/poligars). I'm finding Rushdie's alternative retelling and the female protagonist spellbinding.
I did sleep for a few hours this morning after packing. When I woke up, I walked in on my mom and Nu watching Taylor Swift videos in the living room--it was adorable. Then it was a quick trip to the temple, delivering a small present for the flower-seller friend's toddler, calling everyone to say goodbye, and the beginning of saying goodbyes at home. Mom and dad rode with us to the airport although non passengers aren't allowed to enter the airport, and it was SO tough saying goodbye. I always thought Scout looked a bit like my dad, and my confused mind is really making a mess of things.
We're now through airport security (which was long, slow, and overly thorough) and at our gate at last. I pulled out my credit card for the first time on this trip when I tried to buy the kids a snack at Starbucks, but they wouldn't accept foreign credit cards (this is an international airport, so I'm mystified).
Pic: At and Nu: the hungry and passed out edition.
7 comments:
Oooh should I read that Rushdie book? it sounds good.
Nicole--I'm always nervous about recommending--but yes! It got good reviews in most places.
You may be home by now. If so, welcome home. If not, safe travels.
Travel safe.
Fingers crossed your sleep cycle figures itself out when you get back. Who knows? Maybe the weird sleeping on the trip will help in the end! (Am trying to find the bright side. LOL)
Thanks, Gillian!
oh, CUTE, NGS :)!
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