The title of this post is what Sam says at least once most days, now that we are in our new home. At first I think he was asking to go home (to Falls Church), but now it's just for confirmation that this
is home.
Surprise, surprise, we had more issues with our baggage on the flight from Delhi to Chennai. There was much conversation, several phone calls, boarding passes produced to prove that we had arrived on an international flight, more fees, and on and on. At one point, Mark was taken away to some office somewhere (I later found out that it was to pay the fees), and I found myself alone with a toddler in a strange airport, in a new country, without passports, boarding passes, a working cellphone, or local currency. Not letting that happen again, let me tell you.
You have to look at electronic signs to see what gate your flight's at in Delhi (and they change all the time, and announcements are difficult to hear), like at a train station. The flight involved taking a bus out to the tarmac and going up portable stairs to the plane. It's been a long time since I've gotten to do that! People were very helpful with, if slightly suspicious of, all of our carry-on baggage. Sam fell asleep at the airport and didn't wake up for the whole flight. Which was good, because (unannounced to us), our flight had been combined with one to Bangalore, and was now twice as long. Hmm. We just hoped that our sponsors, Kristin and Tony, would find out about this and not be waiting at the airport for 2 extra hours.
Kristin had found out, and didn't mind the wait, although Tony had gone back to work. She also said how sorry she was that we would be in temporary housing for a few days, referring to an email that we hadn't actually gotten. :) Luckily, the temp apartment was perfectly adequate, stocked with food and toys by Kristin, and complete with a crib for Sam. That's right, we lugged around the Pack N Play for a week, when everywhere we stayed (except for Chase's) had a crib available.
Note to self...We took a quick visit to the Consulate to check it out and introduce ourselves, then on to our temporary digs and a lesson in water purifiers and mosquito nets. Poor Mark, he's allergic to the bug bites but is like catnip to mosquitoes; Sam and I got one bite each to Mark's
13. The weekend was a blur of hanging out, eating out at a variety of vegetarian restaurants (green dot on the menu = don't have to ask about ingredients), and meeting new friends/co-workers, including Matt and Jill. Jill went to Israel with a bunch of my summer camp buddies, and we had a fun time playing Jewish Geography.
First impressions of Chennai: it is much greener and nicer than what we saw of Delhi, not to mention largely free of smoke (there's an ocean nearby; it's the same reason West L.A. is less smoggy than the Valley). We've seen cows and oxcarts and people living under tarps right next to huge mansions (it turned out to be housing for the construction workers), families of five all balanced on one motorcycle (with mom riding
sidesaddle), and women in gorgeous saris walking around barefoot.
On Saturday morning we went to the Consul General's residence, where an
Auto Rickshaw, festively decorated, had been set up for anyone wanting to take holiday photos. Sam quickly fell in love with the "truck," wanted to drive it, and protested loudly when taken out of it.


Yeah, that's the shot for the card. We found out that there are two other boys, Alexander and Jackson, born within a week of Sam. That'll be some birthday party come June! There are tons of other kids in the Consular Community close to Sam's age, and we had a brunch playdate set up within an hour of arriving at the CG's. :) At that playdate the next day, with Kris and Richard, we discovered that they had lived in L.A. and were fellow devotees of places like
The Apple Pan.
I don't want to overgeneralize about FS people, but in our limited experience, they sure are friendly and helpful! We were toted around, fed, entertained, lent/given anything we needed until our shipments arrive, and on and on. The result of this generosity was that by Tuesday, we had moved into our permanent housing with our own working Indian cellphones, working internet, a high chair and toys for Sam, a temporary car and driver, food, and playdates for me and Sam while Mark worked. It was awesome.
Oh, and while we were at the temporary apartment? Sam and I saw a monkey. For real. Running along the top of the fence like a possum, with crows dive-bombing it and a local dog barking his head off. I couldn't get to my camera fast enough, but we were thrilled, and for days afterwards Sam would say "Muntey!" to any and everyone.
In the next post: our fabulous house and what makes it weirdly Indian. Hint- it has to do with water...