- Finishing the last 53 pages of Rabbit, Run.
- Watching a documentary.
Three-day weekend; was marvelous. I feel recharged. It doesn't sound like it maybe, but I'm just experiencing the opposite of ennui since the beginning of this year. I'm in love with learning. Studying is still learning, kind of. Just a more slow, dependent form.
On Saturday, T. and I went to Devon (for the first time since the night with my magical Indian guy with the baggy.) We ate terrible sweets again (I finally tried barafi and rasgulla, neither of which I would recommend getting excited about.) We ate at the same place: masala dosa, mutter paneer, naan, sweet lime sodas. I've gotten so good at eating Indian food I barely notice the hot factor anymore. Oh, how I've evolved.
Then we went to the Kitaab Ghar, where I joyously purchased four Hindi books directed at, I imagine, toddlers. One is called "Bhudiya ki roti" (The Old Woman's Bread), one's about a mouse, one is called "Dadi ki Sari" (Grandma's Sari) and then there's a book of stories and exercises. I probably won't have time to integrate new words into my vocabulary until the summer, but I'm having beautiful visions of summering in Boulder and lying in the sun with a Hindi-English dictionary, reading my children's books.
I believe there's a function on here that allows for writing in Devenagari, which is a lot nicer than the transliteration--transliterated Hindi takes longer to translate in my head than the original text.
I will delve into that, now.
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