The Girl on the Train
First of all, I know that I missed yesterday. From New Years until April 23rd, I hit every single day, and then boom: spend a day in the stix of Sri Lanka and my streak is broken.
I think the highlight of the 23rd was climbing a rock face with only a slight metal rail to keep me secure. (M-Dogg would have loved it*!!)
Today, however, my highlight (among many, including seeing sunrise at Adam's Peak) was the girl on the train.
No, this is not part of a series, and no, she had no tattoos. She was nine years old and sat a row up from me on the train today. We were on opposite sides of the aisle, and she kept turning around and watching me, and I would smile, and she would smile, and then she'd turn and face the front.
Mark sat directly behind her, so at one point he gave her a Team Thundersnow sticker, and I was miming to her how to open it because I'm not sure she knew it was a sticker.
Anyway, that was the inciting incident that led to us communicating within my notebook.
I started simply by drawing a palm tree and labeling it "palm tree." And I chose a palm tree because it's one of the few things I can draw. I assumed she'd draw a picture back.
Well, she schooled me. In excellent English, she told me all about herself, including the fact that her "ambishan is teacher".
Look at her go!
She was so shy to talk (understandable), but she and I swapped notes back and forth on the train for two hours. I gave her an oragami envelope and a business card (to give to her mom), she gave me an orange and a candy. I told her if she gave me her address, I would send her a postcard from America. She told me I was "veryyy beautiful" and that she liked me.
She made my day.
This is Sethumi and me on the train to Colombo.