The drive to my accommodations was about twenty minutes. It felt great to finally be in Delhi, on the path to the future. As tired as I was from the traveling, the excitement and adrenaline took over. I knew it would be a long week until Mark arrived, but I also knew I was in good hands and looked at this as an opportunity to just do my cycle with no stress, no work, no laundry…just relaxing in India. We made it to my apartment and this is where things got a little squirrel-y. My driver, Rahul, and I opened the door to a couple of men standing there —strange but whatever, I thought. Rahul spoke to them and it turned out they were here to stay with me. Rahul’s words were “these men will sleep with you.” This really freaked me out. Here I was, alone in a strange Indian apartment, not really knowing where I was, and now I have strange men sleeping with me? I asked Rahul to ask them to leave and after a few minutes of intense Hindi they did. I felt bad, because I had no idea if they had any place to go, but I sure as hell locked the doors and breathed a sigh of relief once they were gone.