So for these last few weeks that I’m here, I’m doing a mini-apprenticeship with a weaver in town. I get to learn a different tradition of weaving (including how a slightly different type of loom operates), really put my Hindi to the test (because she doesn’t speak English), and develop fabulous legs walking up and down the mountain every day. Yesterday I learned lots of color words while practicing making dovetail joins in tapestry weave; today I watched her weave straight twill and learned all the parts of the loom. In exchange, I seem to be required to sit in her kitchen drinking excessively sweet tea and eating excessively bitter bitter melon. I suppose this too shall pass…