On our last day in India we went out for dinner in Mumbai, and the whole experience, from the cab driver to the restaurant was really surreal.
We cooked our own appetizers at dinner, grilled kebabs.
Custom sweets were made for us on our way out. We decided to opt out partly because the last time we ate something similar we felt like we were burping soap for hours.
Dad dressed up in an Indian hat, and the next morning we were off back home, leaving the trip feeling like something of a dream, though that could be for our lack of sleep.
We cooked our own appetizers at dinner, grilled kebabs.
Custom sweets were made for us on our way out. We decided to opt out partly because the last time we ate something similar we felt like we were burping soap for hours.
Dad dressed up in an Indian hat, and the next morning we were off back home, leaving the trip feeling like something of a dream, though that could be for our lack of sleep.
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