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Week two of my Month In Goa life, and I think, I really do think, I can
see myself living here. Probably not full time, but for a few months of
the year, definitely. And to that end, we've been looking at places we
can rent at affordable prices so as to always have a house we can run
away to. It's a different sort of tourism--house hunting--and it's been
fun looking at all these homes and trying to picture them as Home. Well,
Another Home, anyway. I've been imagining something wildly different
from our Delhi house, which is, of course, the place of my heart (if
only I could collapse it and carry it around with me like a snail), so
that each home is distinct from the other. I've been itching for some
kind of CHANGE in my life this last year, something new and different,
and moving towards becoming the global citizens we want to be (few
months in Delhi, few months in Goa, few months abroad, maybe?) feels
like the coming together of something that's been simmering at the back
of my head for a while. However, all this is purely hypothetical at the
moment, so more updates as and when I have them. (We're probably going
to share with a friend who lives in Goa full time, so as to halve the
rent and also have someone always living in the house, which is
important because even a few weeks of neglect makes the old Portuguese houses return to the wild.) (UPDATE: Reader, we
rented it.)
This week in SKILLZ: Have been trying to master the art
of riding a scooter. That's how everyone here gets around from old
grannies to young college girls, and so I was all, "How hard can it be,
really?" It's not, but it's still a little scary. I realise that the
fear bit in my brain (the amygdala, an "almond shaped structure in the
limbic system") works a little harder than most people's, which is why
I'm usually risk averse. However, K is a good teacher, and often sits
right behind me so he can take over control if I begin to lose it, and
maybe soon, I'll be able to ride that sucker by myself.
This week in food and drink: Mainly drink. A kind Delhi
friend (hi Niyati!) introduced me to Black Jewel gin at hers, a while
ago, as an Indian gin you could only get in Goa, but which was pretty
good. (Not Bombay Sapphire or Tanqueray good, but one step up from
Gordon's. Beefeater, perhaps?) It's distilled in Italy, but sold here at
a ridiculously low price for good gin (Rs 520!) and after re-drinking
it at my friends, who had a little bit left in a bottle, we went in
quest for it at several different liquor stores until we finally found
it. That's my evening unwind now, local gin with local tonic and another
friend taught me to slice a green chilli down the middle to add a
little extra sparkle to it. I've ensured everyone I know here has tried
it, and so there'll probably be a huge demand for Black Jewel pretty
soon. (Delhi friends, I'm bringing back a few bottles in my suitcase for
you all to try!)
Also, OMG OMG, it's avocado season! And it's best to eat it now, says
the cook, because during season, which is fast descending on us, the
prices are ridiculously high for all the foreigners who demand avocado
on everything. We always have fresh guac in the fridge. Guacamole and
gin and tonic. Mmmmm.
This week in clothing experiments: So I thought I'd be
very practical in Goa and live off only seven dresses, rotating them
every week. HOWEVER, that was a TERRIBLE idea, and I am now thoroughly
bored of all my clothes and never want to see them again. I'm all like,
"WHY DID I PICK THESE ONES?" and thinking longingly of my lovely dresses
hanging in my cupboard at home and half of the ones I brought don't
even FIT properly and basically I'm going to have to buy some tourist
tat or die of Closet Boredom. Is that a thing? It should be. I have
never felt so unfashionable.
This week in stuff I wrote: On Aunty Feminist, talking about
why progressive parents can also be protective * In my relationship column I talk
about ghosts of social media and the "so-and-so is now typing" ellipse **
Saturday link list: Home births are
on the rise among India's middle class. ** Dalit
food and the history of it ** Roald Dahl's
granddaughter on "Mold" her beloved grandpa. **
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