Saturday, March 23, 2013

Lesson Learned from Pizza and Other Thoughts

I am sure there will be many more lessons that I will learn while I am here, but here are a few learned so far.

Lesson #1: Don't take the little things for granted.

On our visit to Solapur, we were driven around by a father/son team.  The father is in his early 70s, but he always jumped into the very back of the small SUV.  At some point during the weekend, I thought I heard him tell Mike that this was the first time he had ever been in a car.  Now I don't always understand Indian English (Vinglish), so I look over at Mike. "What did he say?" Yep, I heard him correctly.  This was the first time he had ever been in a car.  Needless to say, I had to mark the occasion with a picture!




The next morning, Mike met them in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. When Mike came back to the room, he told me that not only was this the first time that the older man had ridden in a car, but breakfast was the first time he had ever been in a restaurant.  


Lesson #2 Never assume.

When we order Dominoes (at least once a week because it's one of the few easy things to do here), we order enough for the guard, our driver and whoever else may be here at the time.  They are always very appreciative, but I never thought about how it is a luxury for them.  The last time we ordered, we ended up with 4 large pizzas because of a glitch in the system. (I said it was easy ordering online.  I didn't say it always worked perfectly.) We gave the guard some and put the leftovers in the fridge.  Next day, I   heated it up for lunch for our driver, the guard on duty and our new housekeeper.  She doesn't speak hardly any English and I speak even less Telegu, but I could tell she wasn't sure about all this.  In my best slow English and hand signals, I tried to explain that this was for lunch if she wanted it.  She smiled, nodded and looked at the pizza tentatively.  In the car later, I told our driver that I thought she may never have eaten pizza before.  He said, "No, madam, she not before and the guards either before they came here."




Lesson #3: There is always someone who is having a worse day than me.

It is starting to get hot here.  May is the hottest month.  The temperature will soar as high as 110-115F during the day and cool down to a balmy 86F at night.  Sounds a lot like Memphis, except most of the people here don't even have a fan, much less air conditioning.


Lesson #4: Never lose the ability to laugh at myself.

I made a pot of fresh green beans for dinner.  They looked delicious in the store!  I brought them home, washed them, snapped the ends and slow-cooked them for a couple of hours or so in chicken broth and lots of salt and pepper.  Bit into a spoonful and BAM!  They were green chili peppers!  Can you say, "AQUAFINA"??


Lesson #5: Buy only what you need and then eat it. This reinforces lessons #1 and #2 also.

The other night, I put 2 boxes of very stale cereal out for the trash.  They had gotten pushed to the back of the cabinet.  When I say stale, that is an understatement.  They were actually more like cereal blocks.  Ten minutes later, there is a knock on the door.  I open it to the guard asking if he can have them. (Yes, I am tearing up writing this one.)

Lesson #6: Indian kids may just be the cutest kids on the planet.



Other things I've learned so far from living in India (in no particular order):


*I am blessed beyond belief.
*I have the best husband in the world! 
*Not to take my children for granted.
*Not to take my church and my pastor for granted.
*Not to take my family and friends for granted.
*Not to take my freedom as a woman for granted.
*Not to take my country for granted.
*The importance of a daily prayer time and quiet time.
*I can't fix everything.
*Forty nine is not too old to make new friends.
*Cheerios that come in a $13 box taste pretty awesome!
*I can actually cook and I kind of enjoy it.
*Never complain again about the traffic in the US.
*Not to take city garbage pickup for granted.
*It's okay to cry.
*As messed up as my US government is, it is still the the best.
*The meaning of "hair fall".
*How mangoes should really taste.
*It's okay to ask people for help. Not only does it bless me, but it blesses them too.
*How much influence the USA has on the rest of the world and a lot of it isn't good.

Most importantly, I've learned first hand what these bible verses mean:

Matthew 22:36-40 (NASB)


36 “Teacher, which is the great commandment in the Law?” 37 And He said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ 38 This is the great and foremost commandment. 39 The second is like it, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ 40 On these two commandments depend the whole Law and the Prophets.”





















Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Maldives


Mike and I just got back from a weeklong trip to the Maldives.  The Maldive Islands were on our "bucket list" of places we wanted to go after we saw a photo spread in a travel magazine years ago. We didn't really think we would actually get to go, as it takes a long time to get there from the US.  From where we are in India, however, it's a quick trip!  I can't even begin to describe how beautiful it is!  Here are a few pictures:

Our last night

All of the villas at this resort are overwater villas.  This is a picture of one
that you can only get to by boat!


Paradise
One Palm Island


View from pool
Our server, Sameen.
The water is as clear as a
swimming pool
On our way to go snorkeling.  Wish we had kept up our diver
certifications.



One Palm Island
Mike and me with Waheed.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

New Photo Blog

I had so many pictures that weren't right for the expat blog that I started a new one.  Here is the link.  Subscribe and you don't have to remember to click on it!!!  :))

http://alliamickphoto.blogspot.in

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Expectant Hearts



Mike and I had an awesome opportunity to go out to a small (very small) village with some Indian pastors as they ministered to the villagers. Every one of the families that welcomed us into their homes was open, warm and friendly.  They offered us food and drink, even though they had very little of either. They were hungry to hear about God and the pastors were eager to share with them. 

We witnessed God at work in that village.  Mike and I both feel like we are more aware of Him over here.  We see people who truly depend on Him for everything everyday!  Back in the US, even though we went to church, went to Bible study, had devotions and prayed - we got busy with living our daily lives and were blind to a lot of His blessings.  And even though we knew God was in the miracle business, we still didn’t really expect to see one.  Yet, we have seen and heard of true miracles in India…cancer cured, HIV cured and lame people who can now walk.  

This weekend we met a young mother and her 
1 ½ year old son.  The little boy became ill at 6 months old with a very high fever that resulted in him completely losing his eyesight.  The mother asked for prayer for his eyesight to be restored.  As the pastors prayed over the little boy, I truly expected God to heal him right then and there.  The little boy still cannot see...for now anyway.  However, if we ever visit that village again, it wouldn't surprise me at all to see him running around outside able to see and playing cricket with his friends!

"The rich and the poor have a common
bond, the Lord is maker of them all."
Proverbs 22:2



I don't often approach God with an expectant heart, but He wants me to! 

James 1:6 "But he must ask in faith, without any doubting, for the one who doubts is like the surf of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind."


Inside of one of the homes.  Notice the little boy playing with
my cell phone.  Boys are the same everywhere! 

One of the families that we met.  They were gracious to us
and fed us all lunch - and there were a lot of us!  Lunch for all of us was
probably their food budget for a week.  We had aloo (potatoes),
rice,  daal (lentils) and chapatis (flatbread).  No, I still haven't
acquired a taste for Indian food, but I did eat it.  :)

Washing the dishes

Monday, February 11, 2013

First Auto Ride

Video of my first auto (auto rickshaw, tuk tuk) ride.  This was taken in Old City near Charminar. Watch at the 1:41 mark.

Sorry for the shaky video:



(No bicyclists were harmed in the making of this video.)


Saturday, February 9, 2013

Where's the beef..er..venison?

I didn't want to post about this until it was resolved, but we had a bit of a snafu with customs.  We had multiple "shipments" when we moved.  One air shipment, one sea shipment, one to Atlanta with Matthew, one to Tuscaloosa with Weston, etc..  The relocation company wasn't responsible for all of them, but we had cargo going in five different directions.  So, a mistake was bound to happen.

Several items were to be crated for the move.  Only two of the crates were supposed to come to India.  The rest were to go to storage.  Among the crates that were supposed to go to storage was "Rudy", the deer head mount that hung over our fireplace in Collierville.

"Rudy" standing guard over the fireplace in Collierville.
Yes...storage.  Why would we want/need Rudy in India?  I mean, really??

Well, we get a notification that our sea shipment is being held up.  Mike called me, "Hey do we have an animal skin or something in our shipment?"  Me: "Ummmm....no......leather coat maybe? Oh wait! Maybe that lamb skin thing that your parents gave us when Matthew was born?"  Mike: "Uh, ok, yeah maybe."  Mike calls back, "Did you bring the deer head?" "What? No! It went to storage."  Imagine the customs workers' (and our) surprise when they opened up the crate and Rudy was staring back at them!!!  Let me clarify...it is illegal to import animals DEAD or ALIVE into India.  On top of that, white-tail deer is endangered.  (I'm sure we have more than a few in the US that we can ship over to help you out.)  But this is a mistake, I naively thought.  They will just let everything else go and keep the deer head, right?  I mean surely they know that we didn't intentionally try and smuggle in a deer head!!! My imagination starts running wild at this point.  What do they want?  Surely, they will just fine us and be done with it.  I've heard all those horror stories about Indian jails and I didn't want either of us to experience that!  A "payment" maybe?  Well, if that was going to be the case then it was going to be a looong time before we had our furniture.

Because of that little mistake, our shipment sat at the Customs Depot for a month!  The kicker is that none of us even killed the deer in question!  I  bought it off Ebay....for $200!!!  We tried to tell them....we don't want it...just get rid of it...sell it....burn it...take it home and put it over your fireplace...but...no... they had to call a wildlife officer in to determine whether it was real or not.  "Oh my gosh!  Just tell them it's real!  Let's get on with it!  Let us just pay the fine and get on with it!"  But, I guess, technically I didn't know if it was real or not.  I mean, I had bought it off Ebay!  All I knew for sure was that it was from Washington state!  I'm holding out hope that maybe I bought a fake deer mount.

Finally, after much discussion between us and Customs (but not paying any bribes) and finally (after 3 weeks) getting the wildlife officer to look at it, they determined that:

a) It was a real white tail deer mount...and
b) It was a legitimate mistake.

So after a month of waiting, they released our shipment minus the suspect deer head. Thanksgiving weekend, we welcomed a little bit of "home."

Beverly Hillbillies anyone? 
Pretty sure that we wouldn't see Rudy ever again.  We weren't about to "pay" for him.  Especially, since he held no sentimental value whatsoever.  But, the saga continued.  We were asked a multitude of questions and asked to submit documentation that we bought him as opposed to killed him.  (Just FYI...Ebay only keeps records for 3 years, but Paypal keeps them indefinitely.)  Rudy faded from our memory.  We thought he was probably gracing someone else's mantle!

Fast forward 2.5 months.  Mike and I went to Delhi.  Imagine our surprise when we got home to this.  Can you imagine what went through their minds when they laid eyes on the "floating" deer at customs???


Yes!  Rudy finally made it home!  We couldn't believe it!  I guess when it finally sunk in that we weren't going to "pay"for him, they gave up and gave in.  Mike and I are glad to have Rudy home. Robert, our driver, was fascinated by him.  He stared at him, petted him and poked his eyes to see what they were made out of.  He had never seen anything like Rudy before except in the movies.  Unfortunately, not everyone here is so excited.  Satish (who lives with us) is freaked out by Rudy.  He had Robert stay on the front side of the crate while he stayed on the back side when they moved Rudy upstairs to the storage room.  For now,  Rudy is safe and sound upstairs.  We are still trying to decide where Rudy will make his next appearance!  (sheepish grin)