My baby sister is ALIVE!!!!

Not to scare anyone or anything, but Mary Mac is  India on a Rotarian foreign exchange and I haven't talked to her in about a month! So yes I was a bit excited when today I not only received a response to the .... oh let's say 5th?... email I had sent her, but she was online in gmail chat as well!! 

My game plan for the day had been to go to pick-up for volleyball. Sports... little "lost" sister... sports... oh who am I kidding? I just spent the last two hours updating her on the eccentricities of my life here and dragging occasional detailed responses out of her. 

One thing that she did seem to find particularly fascinating (or perhaps just entertaining) was the size which mosquitoes reach in India (10x bigger than in Tennessee) as well as the manner in which they are held at bay, ie: killed. 

Electricity. Naturally. 

Apparently screens there (though not all I'm guessing) are charged with electric current which zaps said obnoxious (and disease carrying) critters. Mary however has resorted on occasion to the more traditional method of the good-'ol-hand-slap. Apparently it still works! but may have resulted in the dirtification of her hand with many thousand souls. (so I understand the cultural and religious reference here, but I also understand Mac and therein lies the comedy of the situation)

I love my little sister!

News on other Indian fronts: 

food (ie: its spiciness) has only made her cry once! 

Now either she's been entirely too tame in her explorations of Indian cuisine (I cried like a baby through my first 26-ish meals in Thailand *and I loved every minute of it!) or she is a much tougher cookie than I first suspected. Due to the excellent depths of courage and curiosity bestowed  us by a certain D'Arcy Renee Hughes, I'm am extremely confident that the latter is true. 

Can't wait to see her pictures. 

Here below are a few I've posted for the information and stimulation of us all until she does (at which point I will be sharing and commenting :)

This is personally what some of what I hope to see (and purchase) during my adventure to go find Miss May over Christmas break. Hooray for sari's and bright colors!!

MayMay is living in a (small?) town about three hours east of Mumbai (Bombay).

 

For those of you who were understandably thinking about how far away India is, how spicy the food and different the language might be.... think again. This time, think - I wonder which boots I should wear so it doesn't hurt when i get stepped on by a bull- (though for this to happen admittedly one would have to be deliberately trying to cause mischief by lying underneath one or some such nonsense... my point being regardless, there are many animals underfoot).