And now for a small description of the house....but how do you describe a dream come true. I wake up in the morning from a dream into a dream. Everything about the place. Its located almost in the middle of the forest, with huge trees all around. No curtains needed because there is no one around. The professor's house is on the same estate but there is no way for one house to look into another. A 30 feet tall Christmas tree. Little stone benches and table under a huge tree to have a small picnic on a nice sunny day. The bed which doesn't creak and the duvet arrangement...parfait! And the bathroom with the superstrong shower and a cubicle. Actually forget the shower cubicle, check out the view from the bathroom window.
This place is magical. I wanted to live in Sikkim, this is it!!And, in a materialistic sense, there is a television! After the last eight months in the dark ages, I stare at the TV like an egg head, marvelling at the sound and pictures that the box produces. There are 6 channels, all in french. So what, I tell myself, I can practice my french. And then there are the bonuses like yesterday, when there was an Ingrid Bergman movie on.....in English. Cooking is a new experience too, because there is an electric stove rather than gas. Trying not to get too experimental initially. Slow and steady. Have tried all my pulses and vegetables, even tried pork. So far, so good.
On the to-do list - finding a track for my morning walk. The poem says
'Water water everywhere,
Not a drop to drink'.
In this case its more like 'Miles of tracks everywhere,
But I'm sureI'll get lost'
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