Number 8 Revised.

I should get at least one extra star on my sticky mat for swimming yesterday.  Jackie, my new Dutch friend, took me to this amazingly clean, EMPTY, beautiful swimming pool for a swim in the afternoon.    Of course, the reason why the pool was empty probably had something to do with the fact that it was like swimming in the Arctic.  I'm not kidding.  This pool was coooollllldddd.   I managed to stay in the pool, swimming as fast as I could to generate heat, for about ten minutes only to emerge with blue lips, chattering teeth and a desire to run in my swimsuit into the sun outside.   I couldn't quite dry off fast enough, thinking "oh my god that Dutch girl is crazy!"   As I'm standing by the pool to say my goodbyes to rush home to a hot shower (now that the kitchen faucet is fixed there is gladly more than a dribble), she informs me of the steam room upstairs.   Perfect I think.  

Of course, this is India and the best laid plans are, well, more likely than not to have some humorous flaw to them.    It took 10 minutes for the free standing box to heat up.   I cowered in the corner directly in front of the steam and then just as I was beginning to warm up, the thing shuts off.   Of course, the door to the steam room doesn't quite shut so all the steam dissipated in about one minute and I was once again left dreaming of my hot shower at home as I quickly got dressed.    It was fun but I'm not sure about repeating any of that particular adventure.

Geeta's classes over the past few days have been amazing.   There is a much larger January crowd and it would seem, a new energy pervading the entire establishment.     The Americans are well represented and it feels a bit like a high school reunion.    After class, I returned home with a new friend Jo from Florida to a yummie lunch that my cook made.   I actually like the Indian food she makes and am quite looking forward to being fattened up a bit after the last few paltry weeks.    My Italian roommates arrive tonight and tomorrow I think I'll venture to Koreegan Park to the outside swimming pool which is fast becoming a Sunday tradition.

Oh, yeah, the sugar resolution didn't last, especially that "definitively" part.  The pudding I made just didn't taste good with honey.   Maybe LESS SUGAR should be the Resolution.    Never say never....it's too hard.