Is there no other westerner traveling in Kerala? We certainly know we're quite unique here. No one is shy about their staring, and we don't mind at all. Particularly when they return our namaste and big smile with an equally big smile, showing white teeth against their lovely brown faces. Have I told you? "Namaste" translates as "I greet all the divine qualities in you" and is the common greeting in most of India and Nepal, with palms together and a slight bow of the head. Nice, isn't it? I think this conveys the warm feelings that the people have for one another.
I feel like we've left "home" again. It was sad parting as we walked away from Johny's and Mary's home in Karumalloor this morning after a week of being part of their lives. They and their friends and relatives brought us into their daily worlds. We visited the hospital where Jos works. Jos is one of Johny's brothers. We climbed St. Thomas' Mountain and met with the priest at the top. We were present when the priests blessed the new car (splashing holy water in each door and under the engine hood). We visited another of Johny's brother, George, in the hospital several times. Everywhere we went, we were treated to tea or limeade plus biscuits or some other light snack.
We're adept at eating Indian style … with our fingers (right hand only!!), from a banana- palm leaf plate. How smart! No dirty plates to wash … just toss the dirty palm leaf to the cow after dinner!
Check us out in our Indian garb. Robert wears his dhoti just about all the time … The rest of the time he's wearing his lungi (a lungi is a colorful, workers' version of dhoti). The men in Kerala have a beautiful way of folding the dhoti or lungi up at knee length and tying it loosely for easier walking. He's been the entertainment of watchers on the streets many times … but his diligence in learning the proper way of tying it is paying off. I don't think his dhoti has fallen off even once today!
I'm wearing a churidar. This is much easier to wear than the beautiful sarees. I'd love to wear a saree, but the grace with which the women move in these lovely fabrics has been a lifetime learned. Simply draping the shawl of the churidar properly makes me feel clumsy.
For the next two weeks, we're going to travel more around southern India. Then we'll make a quick stopover here again in Karumalloor before we head north to meet up with some friends from Sweden.
Sending you all our love and good thoughts - Surain and Robert