Driving from our hotel in Udaipur to the airport was my favorite memory from the week. We asked our taxi driver to stop at a sweets shop, and he brought us to one that his friend owned. He helped us pick out the sweets, and we ended up meeting everyone who worked there. Then we stopped for tea and met more of his friends, who helped me with my Hindi and sat with us to talk. Instead of a silent taxi ride, our driver, Ghanshyam, told us all about his family, and invited us to meet them next year.
I've been reading the local newspaper to practice my Hindi.
I haven't played any games or sports.
