Once again, sick as a...

So everyone gets sick when they come to India. Apparently if this sub-continent doesn't get you in one way, it'll get you in another. It got me in just about every way it could, but as Emma (my fell0w-Swattie/guardian angel) pointed out, at least I could still breathe. Let's just say that the last three days have not been the most pleasant ones of my life. But I"m feeling much better now, up and about etc. I've started classes here, and they're so different from back home! Kathak is amazing, the teacher is really nice, and somehow just throws things at me and I get them, plus Emma is there to help. And Bengali is the same: the teacher gave me his number and told me to call him whenever I needed any help. And yoga is also the same: I don't really know what I"m learning, but it seems to be good. Everyone is so helpful: for instance, when I mentioned that I had an upset stomach, the Kathak teacher ran out and bought me a packet of electrolytes, poured the whole thing into my water bottle, and made me drink it all! Thanks to the girls on my floor at the Mission (Emma and her friends, who checked up on me, brought me food, and made me eat dinner when that was the last thing I wanted to do), I felt very well taken care of. And now I have to run to a Kathak concert (it seems like one is always running to things here!), so talk to you all later!