Khan Market

If you know me at all, you know that I am a girl that loves loves loves to sleep. I could be a professional sleeper if it were a profession. Also, jet lag is something that usually never ever effects me. However, it has while I have been in India. I really thought that I was going to have to start gluing my eyes and mouth shut because I'm pretty sure that Nancy would like to slap some earplugs in and tell me to shut up every night. However, I am slightly reassured that I am getting back on schedule because this morning I was able to sleep in for the first time in so long it pains me to say. Granted, I only slept in until 10:00 (again, if you know me at all you know this is not really sleeping in for me.) but still....it was more promising than waking up at 4:30.

I visited Khan Market today and bought some postcards. The market is not so much of a market as a run-down outdoor mall with zillions of little shops. Indian fabric stores and tailors, souvenir shops selling little ornate statues of various Gods, and auto repair shops with greasy men squatting around scratching their balls all make up this tourist attraction. The stores line a zig zag dirt path where stray kittens wander, motorcycles are being washed, and guards eye you like you are a kid in a candy store. The higher-end shops (like the fabulous and expensive interior design store that took my breath away) are on the top floors and you have to walk up narrow, steep stairs to gain access. It's totally worth it though because once you enter you are blasted by this heavenly gust of freezing cold air conditioning, which is a nice break from the heat.

Speaking of heat, it's starting to get much hotter than the first few days. It's still bearable, but I'm afraid I am starting to smell like an adolescent boy....or like every other Indian walking around. I'm embarrassed to admit that I once winced at the smell of a man standing a little too close to me. Now, I am that man with the horrible body odor. The truth hurts.

The best news of the day: I found an ice cream cart right below my apartment today. A vanilla ice cream stick covered in a hard chocolate shell is only about 30 cents. Maybe there is a God.