My Summer Vacation in India (plus an Existential Crisis)

Hey there, creeps! It's my first Tot since coming to India, so I'll use this opportunity to talk about the highlights of our vacation, and when we're coming back.

We booked the flight to India only a week before takeoff, which was on June 9th. When I lived in New Jersey, we always took nonstop flights to Delhi airport, and then drove 4-6 hours to our house (the airport nearby isn't international). This year is the same process, but there aren't any nonstop flights from Atlanta, so we had a layover in Doha, Qatar.

I've only ever been to EWR [Newark], a few New York airports, ATL [Atlanta], and DEL [Delhi], and we were all amazed by DOH [Doha]. The airport was so beautiful and clean, and the air was cool around the INDOOR GARDEN!? I'm not sure that's the correct term, but in the middle of one of the floors, there was just some grass with trees and shrubs, and a path through it. I believe there was a skylight on the raised roof to accomodate the tall trees. Overall, it was an amazing experience, and we had some Asian noodle soup (I can't remember the exact dish) and Turkish chai.

Once we arrived in India, I stayed at my mom's house, although we switched to and from my dad's house quite frequently throughout the trip. After about a week of jet lag, we finally started going places. Over the whole trip, we had pani puri, jalebi, and, oddly, went to stationary stores, quite frequently. Maybe because it's recent, but I vividly remember taking an evening walk in a park with my family a week or two ago, and trying out the workout equipment there. I also remember the pain in my arm the next day very clearly...

Our original tickets back to the US were on July 20th at 4 AM IST, and reaching the same day at 4 PM EDT. Now, my mom, Diya, and I are coming back on July 28th, and my dad on August 16th, at the same times. For reference, school starts on August 1st.

That was one of my longest posts in a while! I hope to see you later this or next week. This was Adventure Girl on The Quarantime Tots. I'll leave now. Bye. It's over. The post is over. I don't know why you're still reading this. Why am I still writing this? What am I doing? With my life? What am I doing with my life? Is the universe infinite or does it end at some point? I can't understand the concept of either. Why can't I understand the concept of either? I'm almost done with my plate of mangoes. Can mangoes grow on the moon? Can mangoes grow on Mars? No, there isn't the proper soil, atmosphere, or water, among other things. Such as nutrients, and other organisms in general, really. Other than symbiotic relationships, oh, and there wouldn't be the same amount of sunlight, of course. But if the atmosphere was a certain way (theoretical, not specifically Mars's atmosphere), would the distance between the planet and the Sun be perfect for plant growth? This post is so long that you have to scroll to read the whole thing on Google Keep. Existential crisis. Chikin Nugget. Good bye. I'm still writing this, aren't I? I messaged Noodly when I was about two paragraphs into this post, and asked her to proofread it when it was done. This is staying, okay Noodly? This paragraph is staying. I'm not even going to read over it. Okay, fine, I'll read over it, to see what I've made, but I won't edit it. Except for conventions. Actually, except for spelling. If the original, incorrect grammar helps with the flow of the paragraph, then I'll leave it. Noodly, leave it as well. It's 11:27:43 PM. Now it's not. You can hear my music even if I take my headphones off. But if the volume is lower, it's not as fun. Okay, it's 11:28:39 (I was testing different volumes to see if you could still hear my music without wearing my headphones). My foot hurts. It's because I was sitting on it. I'm sitting in an uncomfortable position. Hey, remember when I was typing about the universe. Diya's ranting about Indian parents (the thing she's talking about isn't even an Indian stereotype) to her friend. Good night.

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