We found our house

Here is Donna relaxing on the front porch of her new home. She is a happy camper. Who would ever guess that the one house that is in a safe place for the dog to live would be a private paradise, away from the hustle, bustle, noise, dust, and heat of India. It is particularly safe, because on the other side of the vine covered wall is the air force compound. On the opposite side of the house is a brick house that looks like a castle, and is "only occupied once in a blue moon." Behind the house is a building that houses air force families--not nearly so ritzy. There is an air force research facility nearby, but no runway or airport.


This is Joe in front of the house. Most houses here have a patio, however small, balconies on every floor above ground
level, and a rooftop terrace. Our rooftop is happily one big tiled area, with about a 2 foot wall with a railing above it. It is a bigger space than all the yard area put together. Luna and I will be able to play fetch and frisbee, but I'd better stock up on them, because the way I throw, I anticipate that there will be a lot of them decorating the neighbor's roof.
We were told that the birds we heard sweetly singing in the trees were cuckoos. (Will we fit in, or what!)
Other perks to this location are quiet roads, with almost no wild dogs around, and a nearby park where we actually saw someone walking her 2 dogs off leash!

I have to say that I feel incredibly guilty living in such a wonderful place, and I will have to do many good works to come near justifying why I am so lucky.

The driver working for the present tenant, a swedish businessman, has asked us to consider hiring him, because he lives nearby. He also loves dogs. The realtor told us that most Indians love to work for expats because they are treated like family instead of servants. I already feel like he would be a good friend. In fact, I feel that way about almost everyone we have dealt with. And any that are difficult, you know are just trying to survive. (We realized today that our Hertz driver really had taken us to one of the government run craft shops with good prices. We apologized.)

This is the dining area, with the punjab with a carved door. It used to be a private worship area for morning prayers and meditation. Now days they are often turned into bathrooms, or in this case, an ironing area. Sort of sad.

Here is our new kitchen. The decorative tiles have teapots and teacups on it. There is a breakfast bar in the foreground. Most Indian kitchens do not have ovens, but this one does, hidden behind doors shown just behind where I am standing.
Out of time for today.
Donna