Home Sweet Home

Family at the Leela Palace Hotel for our weekly tradition for Sunday breakfast.

 Sorry for that long dry spell...waiting for Internet service from the government took too long so we got ourselves hooked up on a smaller private carrier.  Being disconnected from the "world" was almost painful.  I didn't realize how dependent I had become on the internet.

We have finally moved in to our long term home in the Palm Meadows neighborhood of Whitefield - a suburb of Bangalore. (check back soon for pictures) We've pretty much done all our home goods shopping and the house is set up as well as its going to be for the rest of our stay.  Let's just say that after trying to set up a house in India, I have a new appreciation for Target and Walmart. 

Palm Meadows was the first of it's kind in Bangalore.  It actually feels a lot like a Southern Florida community. There is a hotel inside the development with a full service clubhouse attached, 24 hour restaraunt, full spa and salon services, squash courts, fully equipped exercise room, yoga and tennis class, an english pub, you get my drift.  It's been such a success that a new neighborhood, Palm Retreat, has been recently opened.   It has a similar style but the homes have bigger floor plans and of course, they're newer.  We didn't move in there because the club house and pool are not completed and with little kids this becomes the number one priority in a hot climate.  They say the Palm Retreat clubhouse is planned to be even nicer than Palm Meadows, but its hard to believe because Palm Meadows is like a resort.  We are really enjoying the pool and all the clubhouse has to offer.

Recently, our family was taking a leisurely night time stroll and I looked up at the night sky.  Suddenly I realized I had not been able to see stars at all for the first month we were in Bangalore.  The city lights were too bright.   Now that we are in the outskirts of the city the moon and stars shine brightly.  I reminded everyone that this was Bangalore, India and not some suburb back in the US.  The kids responded like, "no duh, mom" but I was so thrilled I almost had to be pinched to make sure I wasn't dreaming.  

 

  



We've done a lot in the six weeks we've been here but we have not left Bangalore yet.  We hope to do that this weekend since our anniversary weekend is coming up.  We are planning to take a weekend trip to Mysore, one of the main cities closer to Bangalore.  Its only a ~3 hour drive, which makes it a great option for a weekend adventure.  We are on driver number four (long story). Before we go anywhere long distance we have to get a good feel for the new driver.  You have to be able to trust the person who is driving around your family.  Being foreigners in an unfamiliar city makes the driver the most important person we know since we depend on him for everything.

Our first driver took us to the Government Museum.  It is one of the oldest museums in India with a lot of relics dating back 5000 years.

The life-like, moving spinosauras was the main attraction at the science museum.

We spotted white bengal tigers at the Bannerghatta National Park...

and monkeys on the roadside.





In contrast to the driver drama, we've had great luck with our cook, Gayathri.  She was looking for full time work and a place to stay, so she lives with us six days a week and cooks 3 meals a day.  This is great for me since there is no oven for baking and I don't know even know how to brew coffee without my instant coffee maker. Chicken nuggets are pretty much all I know how to cook back home, but they actually need to be deep fried the old fashioned way over here. Oh, and I can make mac and cheese.  She makes mostly traditional Indian food but she surprises us sometimes with a delicious quiche or like this morning's yummy crepes with bananas and nutella (dessert for breakfast, I love her!).

So you might think it's a little awkward to have the help living 24 hours with you, but there is a seperate servants quarters attached to this villa which is pretty common here. It was a little weird at first to have a "servant" and I've learned a lot from other expats and local Indians how to interact with the "domestic help" (as I like to call it).  I've been schooled that Americans often get taken advantage of because we tend to treat the help kindly and spoil them. The other day I was picking up some scattered trash from the front yard and a local Indian stopped to tell me the help should pick it up.  She said that if the servants see me doing work they will quickly lose respect for me, assume I should continue to do work, and get lazy.  I told her I didn't mind cleaning up my own yard and I didn't want my cook (who cooks my food) to be picking up trash.  Gayathri has turned out to be a real blessing to our family and she's a hard worker so spoiling her a little comes easily.

Our home has become a comfortable haven in the craziness of Bangalore.  It's nice to come home to such a lovely place and to some wonderful food.  After all these weeks, I can finally say "HOME SWEET HOME".