This has been an incredibly infuriating day! My Dad and I spent the whole day with our driver driving around the city looking for an "American Express Travel Agency" to buy our train tickets which according to the government and apparently the Indian people here, doesn't really exist! None of this would've happened if my Dad had just bought the train tickets while we were still in America. At this rate we may not be able to see everything or do everything according to plan because of this little mishap. I am SO mad. But at the same time, I just want to get the he** out of this country.

But you know, it's not all bad. At dinner earlier this evening, I confessed to my Dad that not only did I want to get the heck out of here as fast as I could, but also that I'm really starting to get used to this country and that believe it or not, despite all these bad experiences so far, I would actually consider moving here and living here. The longer and longer I stay here, the more and more it feels like home. Home.