It doesn't matter that I went to the National Museum today and saw corporeal remains of Buddha. It doesn't matter that we saw a Buddhist monk take pictures of aforementioned corporeal remains of Buddha with an iPad. It doesn't matter that I sat and watched cricket with my host mom for a bit. It doesn't even matter that my roommate is getting her nose pierced this evening. You know why none of that matters?
Because I had a salad today. A delicious, simple green salad with cheese and olives and a vinaigrette dressing. No extra spices. No frills. Just a salad. (And I'm on these antibiotics or whatever sort of medication it is for a few more days, so any bacteria that I may or may not have ingested by eating this salad will be wiped out of my system momentarily. I really threw caution to the wind on this one, but it was at a restaurant in Khan Market, which is known for it's primarily Western clientele so I'm hoping I'm in the clear.)
Just let me bask in the glory of lettuce, complete with coconut water as a refreshment.
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