Day Thirteen

Today is about transition. As a team, we head over to The Park for their breakfast buffet. I might prefer my last meal in Delhi to be more meager. We’re all heading home, or off to exotic tours and will recuperate in due time with missed foods and posh comforts. I would like to leave Delhi with the taste of overcooked egg in my mouth, as a closing note on a slow sad song you want to remember forever. But there is clear support for the clean variety of The Park’s spread and it’s nice to spend time as a group. After, Maryanne and Katrina and I circle Connaught place one last time looking for this and that gift we meant to pick up. The girls got one hand each hennaed by trainees in Bawana as a parting gift from the project. Today they want to get their other hands stained by professionals. We said our goodbyes as I left them to sit for their application. But I was lucky to get to see the completed work an hour later as I was finishing up at the hotel. The trainees have a lot of work ahead of them.

The goodbyes were heartfelt. Good people do Habitat and I’m proud to be in the group. Someday I’ll stopped being surprised by how impressed I am by the folks who share my tastes and interests. Even family. Someday.

Rup met me at the hotel and helped me catch my train. I think I could have figured it out myself, but it would have been more stressful. As it was, I was handed off by him, into the officious embrace of the first class attendant. It was like a solid catch in an egg toss… Yes, I’m the egg.

As soon as the train left the station, I wish I’d booked more travel on the rails of India. I