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No. I didn’t say nerdy. I said cool.
Cool kids don’t call themselves cool?
|Is the situation MORE annoying or LESS annoying if I bother you while you’re on the phone attempting to track down our rogue driver?|
At 6:45 our driver arrived and apologized for being “a little bit late”.
The restaurant, Shiro’s, is in a fancy mall called UB City, we’re talking Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, KFC, private art galleries, etc. etc.
The restaurant’s menu was on an iPad and the options were fantastic. Due to my temperamental tummy, we kept things simple with our sushi, but drinks were another story. Fig infused mojito with fresh sugar cane? Fancy restaurants always have fabulous bathrooms anyway.
Sunday morning we went to the gym (couples who sweat together stay together) and then camped out a nearby cafe for a cozy brunch and deep conversation. We had an intense debate about whether or not Lady Gaga should finish her college degree.
Together, we’ll change the world.
In the afternoon we went to see the new Bourne movie at a nearby… you guessed it, mall. (They’re REALLY into malls here.)
|Traditional Indian Movie Snacks.|
After the movie we were super proud of ourselves because we successfully haggled with several rickshaw drivers until we got ourselves a ride at a completely fair price. When we handed over the agreed upon fare and started climbing out, the driver informed us that we still owed him twenty rupees. Twenty rupees is only about fifty cents, but that’s not. the. point. After arguing for a minute, we saw an opening in the on coming traffic and used it as an opportunity to sprint away. But we were certain that the driver was a genetically modified government weapon and was surely hot on our trail. We wove our way through traffic, ducked behind cows and totally did Jason proud when we finally lost the angry driver by camouflaging ourselves amongst the shoppers in a local grocery store.
Ok. He didn’t really follow us, and he probably wasn’t a government operative. Aaaand to be honest we sort of stick out like a sore thumb everywhere we go in our neighborhood. But wouldn’t that have been an awesome story?
Sunday night I took advantage of two of my absolute favorite things about Bangalore; 1. Food prices 2. Anything you desire can be delivered to your doorstep.
Our hearts desired that I make a pound of garlic prawns with capers in a white wine reduction, tossed with whole wheat pasta.
|Clearly I did not take this picture. But I did make the food! Team work.|
Peeled, de-veined, delivered (for $3.50?) India, I’m yoooours.
*You don’t know that Tal is an Ironman? THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY BLOG EVEN THOUGH WE DON’T KNOW YOU!!!
|Exploring the Lalbagh Gardens in Bangalore with Emma and her Mom. They made a weekend stop in Bangalore and then went on to explore more of India.|
|The staff at the gardens are working hard to prepare the plantings for a big festival in mid-August.|
|The Glass House, behind us, was built in 1890 to resemble the Crystal Palace in London. Twice a year, for major festivals, the structure is completely filled with a multi-level, carefully curated flower display.|
|My face looks like that because I had to take my shoes off, and the floor of the open air temple was gross. (It was still worth it.)|
|My favorite part of the day was the gardens behind the Bull Temple. It was completely green and lush, unlike any other part of the city I’ve seen to-date. But the coolest part was that every single one of the trees was FILLED with giant sleeping bats.|