Shuffling

Last night during dinner I got a phone call from my friend Anne, saying that her host mother (the homestay coordinator) told her that my family was having people stay with them for the next two days, and she invited me to come stay with them so I wouldn't have to deal with a ton of new people at the house. I knew nothing of this save for a snippet of a Hinglish phone conversation I overheard that made it sound like guests were coming. Annoyed that I was kept out of the loop, I accepted the invitation and just chalked it up to "Oh, India." When my host sister sat down to dinner I told her about the conversation and she goes, "Oh, yes, I was going to suggest that to you but I didn't want to say anything until the plans were solid." Which I then realized is exactly what I would have done (and have done with telling her about Agra and Pushkar). She then went on to tell me that there would be 5 people and a baby coming, and they would be using my toilet because the guest toilet is broken. So while I'm glad to be getting out of the house for all that chaos, I'm a little bummed to have to be packing all my stuff up again right after getting back from 10 days of travel.