Going Rogue For One Night

My bedroom last night

I admit it fully. I've gone rogue in Chandigarh. Our water heater blew out yesterday and I couldn't hack it anymore. I checked myself into what Sarah, my roomie, calls a "culture shock hotel." It means when you finally get to the point when the way of life overwhelms you, then you look for something that reminds you of home to seek a little comfort and security. Call me a wus, a weany or a wimp...I don't care.

One night of luxury brought me back to my senses and restored my sense of balance about the whole situation. I had a fabulous massage by a vertically challenged Thai masseuse who walked over my back for 30 minutes; a proper ceasar salad with real shaved Parmesan cheese and bread croutons and a long hot shower where I didn't have to stand in a bucket to wash my feet! This morning, I got up leisurely, had a free hotel breakfast with some strange looking fruits and I was a new woman!

Tonight we are all going out to dinner to a British restaurant (not crazy about Brit food either) but since there are four Brits/Scots to our two Americans and since it is near a dancing place Sarah knows about, then that is the plan.

Tomorrow it is back to work on our columns. Everyone is now in the groove of the park, and we are already talking about how much we will miss living in this paradise....HA..For me, I'll take the J.W Marriott!