Two weeks at my grandparents house flied (I forgot to mention, the town is named Porayar). What did we do? We traveled to other nearby towns to visit my relatives. We stayed home and helped my Grandmother with her saree business. We went to a near waterfall one day. We went to three different beaches. We went to several big, old, and historically famous temples. We went to a market at night that is only held once a week. We spent time at our neighbors' homes. We spent quality time on the terrace. We played soccer on the roads. We heard the sad news of Dr. Abdul Kalam's death. We learned about the numerous fruit trees in the backyard. We took walks on the dirt roads. I learned how to ride an motorbike for the first time. I listened to my Grandma's stories at night before going to sleep. I learned to cook a few Indian recipes from my Grandmother. We got bit by mosquitos. We got hooked onto Indian tv shows for the time being (which aren't the best). We got bored at home (the kids had school). We did homework. We relaxed. We went shopping. We ate. We slept...etc.
We also went to a temple owned by our family, next to the beach. First off, it's a bumpy ride to get there. Real bumpy. They're in the process of putting roads around the temple. So when you jump out of the car barefoot (no shoes allowed in temples), you make a run to the temple floor. Why? Because the grass is super prickly and you have to watch out for goat leftovers... Once you successfully make it to the outside of the temple, you're next challenge is to bare the burning marble steps. These floors have been baked in the sun, 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year, etc. They are hot, period. You must challenge your feet to some pain for like 30 seconds, just until you get past the stairs. Once you're inside, it's super humid and hot. You make an agreement with your sweat glands to keep you cool, but not sweat like a pool. You take the unbearable heat for, let's say 15-20 minutes. While you're inside, you also witness a family of bats flying in and out. Yes. Small bats. They're a small nuisance, but you focus on prayers and finally get out. Phew. On a more serious note, I earned a ton of money while I was at my grandparent's place. We decided to give that money to the temple and put in 4 ceiling fans. So if you were looking forward to experiencing the ways of this temple, it's too late now because ceiling fans are on they're way!
I took this picture right outside the temple. (Yes, I had to stand in the prickly grass... ) They're putting a new road down for the local people. And by the way, the well in this picture is completely empty. It's a huge well but it's only filled with trash. And our temple is in a very rural area, very rural compared to our town.
I tell you, this picture displays the simplest lifestyle you can find. You see women and men working on the road, manually. No tractors or bulldozers. (There's not enough money for big vehicles.) You can see the house in the back. Straw roof, clay/cement walls, dirt floor. It's very simple, and I have to say, and very easy to live in. Maybe they have simple electricity, the simplest ways of getting water. They live right next to the beach, so maybe they're fishers, and they get their money and food from fishing. Or they might work for someone else and get paid. They might have one motorbike per family, and send their kids to school by walking.
This is how people get their water. They pump it and pump it and pump it. They pump it into this water jug and the woman carries that on her waist. I don't know why, but a woman carrying a water jug on her waist is a pretty staple picture. By the way, the shadows are too much in this picture because there's too much direct sunlight.
Another story to tag along is... we went to a different beach that's about an hour away called, Velankanni beach. This town is a very nice Christian area, with a lot of history and churches and tourism, but the beach itself is something completely different. The beach is gross. Once you come out of the car, you step on the sand and it's littered. Then you keep your hopes up for the water, and it all goes down the drain. The water isn't even blue. It's like a brown, gross color. The sand is littered with peanut shells and trash. (Why peanuts? Because they sell peanuts w/shells on the beach and people just throw away the shells on the sand.) There's probably more peanut shells than sand grains. Like, you can't even feel the sand anymore, you just feel peanut shells when you step down. Also the number of people at the beach is overflowing. I was speechless when I saw just how many people came to the beach. I seriously mean overflowing. The whole experience was honestly, so different.
Another thing is that the network is pretty limited. The power went out often. Plus.. it's hot. So when the power went out, it was like being in the oven times two. Then the mosquito frenzy would get to you and you'd start to itch and panic. Other than those things, the food is great, and the village life is gooood.