Here's what the oven looks like completed. We'll try it tomorrow. Lalita did all the decoration--she's a master!
Today I rode on the back of a motorcycle with the wind in my face, past cows and buses and grubby buildings and well-kept schools with pounded mud playing fields out front, past areca orchards and rice paddies and stretches of forest. I would like to learn to drive the motorcycle. It really is a shame to go home so soon...but at the same time, I think half the reason I travel like this might be to go home. To go home to the things I'd like to be doing, digging and planting and living at land-pace, and then to physically go home, to fly into Seattle and see the just-right colors appear under the plane, to know that soon I'll be walking in wet forests and lighting candles and knitting and all the proper winter things.
Meanwhile, I have ten more days in India to live to the very fullest!