Every time I have come to Chennai I meet a lovely person on the airplane. Today I met an IT architect from New Jersey. By the end of the fight I had seen pictures of his boys, who are here in Chennai for the summer with his wife to visit family. He was going to surprise them and come to the in-laws house unannounced. He offered his personal help and telephone number if I should need help while I am here. He also offered me the name and number of a reliable driver. I took the numbers to be polite thinking I would never need to call…….but it was a nice gesture.
Getting off the airplane you can smell the heat. I have only been here a few hours (and yes, it is 2:00 a.m.) and I am already feeling the sweat of a good detox. The lines for immigration were not too long tonight (20 minutes). But we waited for the luggage for over an hour, which is not usual. The driver I had set up to pick me up held a placket with my name on it. All of the plackets with “missionary church of….” were trying to get my attention me because they were just sure I was their client! I do look like a Minnesotan, Lutheran Ministers daughter. What can I say, I am!
I love the airport with the Ganesh altars all over, removing obstacles from my journey. The money exchange” Thomas Cook” who charges a huge fee (40 rupees to the USD instead of 44 rupee exchange rate). So I only exchange enough money to get me started.
My driver has taken me to my guesthouse. Unfortunately my room is locked and they cannot seem to find the key. It is late, I am tired and India is chaotic as usual. I just want to Skype my husband before I go to bed and get some sleep. But the password to the Internet is also a mystery to everyone at this hour. India is so good for the growth work that I need to do around the concept of patience.
But all is well. I feel alive and happy to be here. Mother India has welcomed me home into her arms once again. I am here in the guesthouse at the kitchen table writing this blog. So maybe I pull out my little pillow and blanket and sleep on the floor…. who knows. I am willing to sleep on the floor, but I really have use the bathroom and there is none in sight. Oh boy…….India.
Update: It is 1 hour later. The doorman has climbed back into bed and put a sheet over his face. My driver has now left without telling me. I honestly thought he was going to find me the person who was supposed to welcome me. I could not believe it when I went outside to see his car gone. I still have to go to the bathroom! So I decide to get out my little travel pillow and blanket and sleep on the cement floor next to the kitchen table. I lock the doors and turn out the lights. I am just about to exhale myself into a “let go completely, deeply and permanently mantra” to drift off in to sleep when the most annoying doorbell I have ever heard in my life goes off loudly! Well, maybe that is good news. So I go to the door and peak through the hole to see a small Indian boy with a key in his hand. He has come to let me into my room. Just when I have given in….he arrived! How perfect.
He has let me into my room, which I am very pleased with. It has a double bed, a nice ceiling fan and air conditioning if I want it. It has a T.V.- which cracks me up because I don’t even have a T.V. at home! It has many storage cabinets that lock, which means I can leave some personals here safely. It has a fairly nice bathroom, very spacious and tiled from floor to ceiling. Lakshmi has left me 12 bottles of Aqua Fina water in my room and I can actually brush my teeth tonight with the bottled water- yeah! So I have unpacked and organized myself, because for me it is 3:00 PM in the afternoon CA time and I am a Virgo- ha ha! I think having everything in place in my cabinets gives me the illusion of security. And now off to bed…….I feel so happy to have gotten here safely and with only a little fuss.










