Monday, May 17, 2010
I just returned from one month in India and eating the food was probably the hardest part of the journey. I was in a fairly remote part of the country among poor people and they eat loads of rice with a veggie they call "dall." I'm not sure what it is but it's yellowish. They spice it up and serve it with the water in which it was boiled, then they pour it over the rice to soften/moisten it.
The last time I was in India I got the dreaded "Delhi Belly" and so I knew it would happen again and sure enough it did. This time it was quite fierce though and so I had to go to the local pharmacist (they called him "the chemist"), and he fixed me right up! But still I had to continue eating the food that was making me sick for a few more weeks.
I'm a Christian and I was there serving my Lord and I would endure anything for the sake of Jesus Christ. I love him with everything in me. But I'd be lying to say this was easy or fun because it was neither.
It was hard to leave my friends there but I must admit that I'm quite happy to be back enjoying American food again!