I get up at six and go to yoga. It seems that temperature didn't go down over night. After yoga I get home and fall asleep in the comfort of my air-conditioned bedroom. In the afternoon I go out. I first have a lunch and then go shopping for food. First I get a coffee maker in a store with household items. Across the street there is a coffee shop. They have only two kinds of coffee, “One for strength, and the other for flavor,” explains the old man behind the counter and makes a blend for me. Then I go to the local branch of “Food World”, a big supermarket chain, with the list of spices I compiled by browsing through my cookbook. Friendly and, I must say, cute Shabmila helps me with my list. Half of the items I see for the first time in my life. It is pretty exciting. I go home and make first coffee. My apartment finally feels like home! Indian custom is to boil a pot of milk after moving in. Bosnians make coffee!

In the evening I go to the playground across the street from the park, where I see guys playing basketball every time I pass by. I learn that they belong to a club and they are preparing for a tournament, but in a week, after the tournament is over, I am welcome to come and play with them. I shoot the hoops with them for a while and go home. I finish some emails and then decide to make my first chapati. Chapati is a kind of Indian pita bread. Dough is made by mixing whole wheat flour, salt and water. Chapatis are then made by rolling small pieces of dough into thin circles and cooking them on a flat surface, without any grease. First one is OK, although I didn't put enough salt in the mix. The other two are too hard. I made them too thin and overcooked them. Still, I am pretty excited. I prepared my first Indian dinner in India!