Dinner

We went "out" to eat the other night. When they said, "out" I had no idea where we would end up. Mota Fofalia is very remote. There is nothing that looks like a restaurant in town. We drove for about 20 minutes past the village. I thought we would come to another village, but we didn't. Instead, we pulled off the side of the road by a farm. There was a green tarp that had some lawn chairs underneath. People were harvesting a grain. Then, they served it to you for dinner. It was pretty good. And, like most meals in India, an interesting experience. We ate at the nursing school yesterday. The staff there were anxious about serving me India food. Meghna said, "Don't worry! She's used to it!"