So yesterday morning, Janie led us in a Zumba class! She is an instructor back home. Actually, I think she teaches something similar that is not Zumba, but I can't remember. It was really fun! I thought I was going to die for a minute because it's been so long since I've worked out, which is horrible, but it was great! We moved all the furniture out of the living room to do it. We only worked out for 30-ish minutes so for some that's not a big deal, but I was struggling.
Afterwards, they took Courtney and I shopping. On the auto ride to the shops, we rode with a very nice lady who works for Dell. Her English was great, and she was telling us all about her work. She has work from 6pm-3am to correspond with US times, but Dell provides safe transportation to and from work, and she was excited because she gets Monday off because of the American holiday! Haha. Our first stop was at Reliance. Reliance is a big chain store that has so many different shops...Reliance Footprint, Reliance Electronics, etc. We of course went to Reliance Fashion. I bought most of my stuff at Reliance. I bought five kurtas and 2 pairs of leggings. They were all very colorful and I am excited to be wearing them.
It was such a strange shopping experience. There are guards at the door and then clerks throughout the store who help you find anything you need. You start looking at something you might like and someone is immediately by your side asking "size? what size?" It was pretty helpful, but then I kind of felt bad if I ended up not taking it. Haha. Reliance was my first experience with how necessary it is to be aggressive. I got in line to pay, and people just went right in front of me. No one here waits in line, they just push their way right up. Even as I was paying a lady came and shoved her things onto the counter where the clerk was folding my clothes, nearly knocking my things onto the floor. My total was like 1,496 rupees, and I tried to hand the man 2,000 and he refused. He didn't want to give me change for 2,000. I ended up just giving him 1,500 - but even then he didn't want to give me my change. Lauren told me that you have to be very insistent, because it's not like they don't have the money to give me change. On the way out the door, we had to show our receipt to the guards so they could stamp them for us - proof of purchase I guess. Next we walked to a shop called Women's World, but just to pick something up for Christy. She had had a custom sari top made. Inside Women's World, we had to check our shopping bags from Reliance and then a lady brought us glasses of water while we waited. It was very fancy. On our way to a store called Max we stopped for lunch. We found a little cafe that had samosas for 10 rupees each. They were SO good. Janie is obsessed with this drink here called Limca. It is a Coke product that's like Sprite, only more lime. Idk, that's the best I can think to describe it. She had like 2 at the cafe. A lot of the other girls got some too, but I had my water bottle with me so I figured I'd save the money. Inside Max, they have a section called Western Wear, which is basically the types of clothing we all wear at home. I thought it was funny because I have never actually seen anyone hear wear those types of clothes here - but they must make enough money to keep it. I didn't buy as much at Max, but I still spent as much! I bought a beautiful cream and gold kurta, some cream leggings, and a long purple scarf (to keep the sun off my neck.) Lots of the girls here have these long scarfs. They often wrap them around their head and face to keep the dust out of their hair, mouth, and nose. Again, there were clerks there to help us find sizes and colors and anything we needed.
After shopping, we took an auto home and got ready for our culture night. Courtney stayed home because she didn't want to over-do it. She is still struggling with jet-lag. The rest of us took a bus out to see the Birla temple. Christy and I sat in the front row of the bus and it was TERRIBLE. The engine must be RIGHT there, because he air blowing on my feet from a hole in the floor was SO hot. Christy and I felt like our toes were going to burn off. Anyway, the Birla temple is this big Hindi temple at the top of hill that we were told had a laser light show. (It did not.) On the way to the temple you have to walk up this really long hill full of vendors. It's sort of funny to me the things the vendors here sell. There didn't seem to be many authentic Indian souvenirs, just lots of silly plastic toys and things you could find at home. At the base of the temple we had to check our shoes and cameras, which were not allowed inside the temple. We held off on that because we wanted to take pictures, but you can't really get too close to the temple, or really even see much, from the outside.
But there was a great view of Hyderabad.
We got lots of pictures, especially - I'm sure - Janie, our resident photographer.
We did end up going inside, in three separate groups. I went in with Sarah, Christy, and Lauren. Asia and Megan were ahead of us, and Janie and Isabelle stayed behind with the expensive cameras. The temple was so beautifully and intricately designed - but PACKED. It was a fun experience and I'm glad I went, but I think these sorts of trips are sometimes lost on me as a Christian. It was cool, but nothing was explained - it was just a walk through - so it wasn't any sort of spiritual experience like a lot of people around me were having. There was actually a guard in the temple to keep people from stopping too long to pray/worship. After the exited the temple, people kept stopping us and asking for our picture. I guess they don't see many white people here, we were quite the hot commodity! Especially Janie, lots of boys wanted their picture taken with her. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little jealous, but I would also be lying if I said she isn't 100% more adorable than me. She was also wearing her hair down, so she was the perfect white girl with long blonde hair - the image of western perfection. To go home, we went to catch the bus where it dropped us off but a man told us we had to go to a bus depot and offered to show us where. Everyone seemed just fine with that solution and off we trotted behind this guy. It's possible that I am the only one in the group who always assumes people who offer to show/take us somewhere are trying to sell us into white slavery. They're not, obviously, since we are all still free and fine - but I guess I'm just paranoid. The man DID take us to a bus depot where we were told to wait for bus 6H. We waited nearly 45 minutes before someone finally told us to take the 116. The bus ride home was long and bumpy and I kept falling asleep, but then the bus would blare is horn and that would jerk me awake again. Once we got off the bus we took an auto home and I went straight to bed. My hair probably needed to be washed but I was SO tired. So I dragged my mattress out to the living room where it is coolest and we have made our communal bedroom.
I was actually really hungry too, but sleep definitely won out over food. I remember hearing Sarah offer to make people ramen, but then I was out.
Sunday morning Sarah, Isabelle, and Janie all put on their fancy saris. I felt a little under dressed next to them, but at the same time, I wore my cream and cold kurta and is was ADORABLE.
Church is at 9:00 which at home is a real struggle, but here I wake up at like 7:00 every morning. So Sarah, Janie, Isabelle, Courtney and I took an auto to church. Lauren and Christy left earlier to the morning to visit a village that has fluorine poisoning. Sarah played the piano for sacrament, because I don't think anyone in the ward can play. The speakers were very good and I felt blessed that the meetings were all in English. Janie's brother served a mission in India, so she was telling us that it is actually a requirement here - you have to speak English to be baptized. She wasn't entirely sure on the reason, but thought it was something to do with making sure that the doctrine was taught clearly and exact - without getting anything confused or too related to Hinduism. The power went out partway through sacrament meeting, but they had a back up generator, so the lights and microphone still worked. The piano and air conditioning, however, did not. But it came back on pretty quickly. The Sunday school room was much cooler than the chapel, but the relief society room was SO hot. The power had gone out again before relief society and that room has a BIG window, so the heat was nearly unbearable. The power came back one, but it was too hot for the AC to salvage. Thankfully, they have water coolers in the hallways - like actually COOLERS. Coldest water I've had this whole trip. Indians apparently don't drink cold water. Even at restaraunts, if you want chilled water, you have to order bottled water. After church, we went back downstairs to teach music/piano. We found an empty room that was gloriously cold and just sat in there until the classroom we were teaching in was free. We worked mostly on note values. And by "we" I mean Sarah and Isabelle. I helped a little, but I am so awkward. I'll get the swing of this whole teaching thing, I just need to remember to jump in feet first. We taught music for about an hour.
Heading home we found an auto driver who was very friendly and gave us his number so we could call him for a ride any time. We actually have called him a few times. He is as taken by Janie as everyone else is. Part of that is also because she is so incredibly friendly. Our auto driver's name is Sami. He was born Hindi but converted and is now Islamic. He speaks four languages! After lunch we all took naps. I was so exhausted but was having a hard time falling asleep, so I put in an audio book and listened to that for a while. I ended up sleeping until quite late. I woke up for dinner, but was still SO tired. But I knew if I went right back to bed, I wouldn't sleep through the night. I ate some dinner, facetimed with my mom, and then we had a pow-wow. We discussed the projects that are going no this week and who will be going where. Sewing is only on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, so on Tuesday and Thursday I will be going on the regular HELP projects. I don't know if I've mentioned, but I am here through HELP International, but as a part of a special group called "makers." We are here specifically to teach a little more arts and crafts type skills like sewing and jewelry making. HELP usually does projects that focus more on hygiene and health etc. Christy is here as a part of the regular HELP project team, so she and Lauren work on those all week. The rest of us have our maker projects M-W-F and participate in the HELP projects T-TH. We also planned what we will do this coming weekend (I think we are going on an overnight trip to a fort...?) and what our culture night will be this week. Though the truth is, I'm not really sure we DID decide. Haha. After our group meeting, we broke off into smaller groups to get ready for projects. Sarah, Isabelle, and I worked on making paper mock-ups of the first sewing projects we will be working on - petticoats and tank-tops to wear under their saris and kurtas. Then we went to bed.
This morning Isabelle, Sarah, and I went a bought a large piece of plywood...no, whatever it is that is all the wood shavings or whatever glued together...that we can paint with chalkboard paint to use in our sewing class. Then we headed out to our sewing class in the slums. Asia, Megan, and Janie came with us because they were going to be heading to jewelry making from there. They ended up staying through our whole first class before our partner came back to tell them where to go. So we teach two sewing classes, one from 11-1 and another from 2-4. We only have 6 machines and there were 13 women in our first class, so we divided them in half and I took 6 into the other room to show them patterning and to cut out the paper for their mock-ups while Sarah and Isabelle worked with the other 7 showing them how to thread the machines and work the pedals. I was nervous to be teaching something on my own, but it wasn't as scary or as difficult as I thought it would be. The language barrier made some things hard, so I mainly did a lot of showing. In my first group there was a woman with very good English, so she helped to translate a lot. I didn't have any measuring tapes or anything, so I just had them do a lot of tracing of the mock-ups I already had. One of the hardest things for me is that people here don't nod. So when they show me what they've done, and I tell them yes - the proper head movement is to bobble it from side-to-side. So I have been working on mastering the head bobble today. Since our language separates us, this is the easiest way for me to show approval. So if I come home bobbling my head at you, just know it's meant as a nod. A lot of the ladies can't say my name, so they call me Lisa - which really isn't any different from home. Haha! In between classes we take a lunch break. Sarah was going to make us PB&J this morning, but the bread was moldy. She had just said "oh well" and that we would buy something at the shop nearby. But my mother has trained me well, so the mom in me packed a lunch for everyone. It's not like I have much, but I took a protein bar, chex mix, and fruit snacks for the three of us. Then all we had to buy was water. Though this whole trip has been one big expense, I was still raised as a saver and a planner. Haha. There were a few less women in our second group, so I just took everyone to do patterning first and then sent them in to sew as they finished. There were these two adorable girls, Poosa and Sharin who hung around me a lot.
Sharin had very good English and would translate for Poosa. They were the last ones finished cutting and there were no machines available, so they asked if they could work in the room with me. They helped me clean up the paper from the floor and then I taught them to sew buttons. When we had finished sewing buttons I asked them if they would like to go see if there were any free machines and Sharin said "Will you come help us?" So I went in to help. Poosa ended up working on a machine with Isabelle and I helped Sharin. They are treadle machines so first I had to help her figure out the pedal. She kept doing it so that the machine would sew backwards. We finally figured it out so she could make it go forwards, but she's so little she has to have one foot to push the back and one foot to push the front. In the end, four of our six machines weren't working so she couldn't actually sew anything, but I made her promise to come back on Wednesday. She asked me to bring English books so that I could help teach Poosa English, so I will have to see what I can find. I may end up just making her some flash cards because I don't know where to find a simple children's book in English. I also don't even know how to teach English, but we'll just go with it. Sharin speaks it really well, so she can help Poosa during the week.
Now I am at home, blogging, and waiting for Sarah and Asia to come back with dinner. I keep thinking about how hungry I am and nearly getting up to find food - and then I remember it's coming. I also keep thinking about how dirty I feel. I honestly feel like I am just caked in dirt. I am nearly mortified by the amount of dirt and dust under my fingernails - yes Mom and Dad, THERE IS DIRT UNDER MY FINGERNAILS - and I've just had to give up trying to clean it out because more just collects. The power continues to go out two or three times a day - last night it went out twice. The heat woke me up and I doused my shirt in water, just to have it come back on 10 minutes later. And then I was freezing, so I had to go change tops.
In other news, we have a pet lizard. We haven't named him yet, we probably should. People keep telling me he will eat our cockroach, but since it's bigger than him I worry it will end up the other way. Also, none of us have seen the cockroach since the original sighting, so hopefully he went back to wherever he came from.
Tomorrow I am headed to a boy's hostel to teach math, I think. Haha! That'll be great. Everyone enjoy the Memorial Day holiday! I'm seriously craving a hot dog, and I don't even like them - so there's that. And Happy Birthday Shelly! I'm sorry I'm missing it, but I promise to bring you a present from India!
Afterwards, they took Courtney and I shopping. On the auto ride to the shops, we rode with a very nice lady who works for Dell. Her English was great, and she was telling us all about her work. She has work from 6pm-3am to correspond with US times, but Dell provides safe transportation to and from work, and she was excited because she gets Monday off because of the American holiday! Haha. Our first stop was at Reliance. Reliance is a big chain store that has so many different shops...Reliance Footprint, Reliance Electronics, etc. We of course went to Reliance Fashion. I bought most of my stuff at Reliance. I bought five kurtas and 2 pairs of leggings. They were all very colorful and I am excited to be wearing them.
It was such a strange shopping experience. There are guards at the door and then clerks throughout the store who help you find anything you need. You start looking at something you might like and someone is immediately by your side asking "size? what size?" It was pretty helpful, but then I kind of felt bad if I ended up not taking it. Haha. Reliance was my first experience with how necessary it is to be aggressive. I got in line to pay, and people just went right in front of me. No one here waits in line, they just push their way right up. Even as I was paying a lady came and shoved her things onto the counter where the clerk was folding my clothes, nearly knocking my things onto the floor. My total was like 1,496 rupees, and I tried to hand the man 2,000 and he refused. He didn't want to give me change for 2,000. I ended up just giving him 1,500 - but even then he didn't want to give me my change. Lauren told me that you have to be very insistent, because it's not like they don't have the money to give me change. On the way out the door, we had to show our receipt to the guards so they could stamp them for us - proof of purchase I guess. Next we walked to a shop called Women's World, but just to pick something up for Christy. She had had a custom sari top made. Inside Women's World, we had to check our shopping bags from Reliance and then a lady brought us glasses of water while we waited. It was very fancy. On our way to a store called Max we stopped for lunch. We found a little cafe that had samosas for 10 rupees each. They were SO good. Janie is obsessed with this drink here called Limca. It is a Coke product that's like Sprite, only more lime. Idk, that's the best I can think to describe it. She had like 2 at the cafe. A lot of the other girls got some too, but I had my water bottle with me so I figured I'd save the money. Inside Max, they have a section called Western Wear, which is basically the types of clothing we all wear at home. I thought it was funny because I have never actually seen anyone hear wear those types of clothes here - but they must make enough money to keep it. I didn't buy as much at Max, but I still spent as much! I bought a beautiful cream and gold kurta, some cream leggings, and a long purple scarf (to keep the sun off my neck.) Lots of the girls here have these long scarfs. They often wrap them around their head and face to keep the dust out of their hair, mouth, and nose. Again, there were clerks there to help us find sizes and colors and anything we needed.
After shopping, we took an auto home and got ready for our culture night. Courtney stayed home because she didn't want to over-do it. She is still struggling with jet-lag. The rest of us took a bus out to see the Birla temple. Christy and I sat in the front row of the bus and it was TERRIBLE. The engine must be RIGHT there, because he air blowing on my feet from a hole in the floor was SO hot. Christy and I felt like our toes were going to burn off. Anyway, the Birla temple is this big Hindi temple at the top of hill that we were told had a laser light show. (It did not.) On the way to the temple you have to walk up this really long hill full of vendors. It's sort of funny to me the things the vendors here sell. There didn't seem to be many authentic Indian souvenirs, just lots of silly plastic toys and things you could find at home. At the base of the temple we had to check our shoes and cameras, which were not allowed inside the temple. We held off on that because we wanted to take pictures, but you can't really get too close to the temple, or really even see much, from the outside.
But there was a great view of Hyderabad.
We got lots of pictures, especially - I'm sure - Janie, our resident photographer.
We did end up going inside, in three separate groups. I went in with Sarah, Christy, and Lauren. Asia and Megan were ahead of us, and Janie and Isabelle stayed behind with the expensive cameras. The temple was so beautifully and intricately designed - but PACKED. It was a fun experience and I'm glad I went, but I think these sorts of trips are sometimes lost on me as a Christian. It was cool, but nothing was explained - it was just a walk through - so it wasn't any sort of spiritual experience like a lot of people around me were having. There was actually a guard in the temple to keep people from stopping too long to pray/worship. After the exited the temple, people kept stopping us and asking for our picture. I guess they don't see many white people here, we were quite the hot commodity! Especially Janie, lots of boys wanted their picture taken with her. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little jealous, but I would also be lying if I said she isn't 100% more adorable than me. She was also wearing her hair down, so she was the perfect white girl with long blonde hair - the image of western perfection. To go home, we went to catch the bus where it dropped us off but a man told us we had to go to a bus depot and offered to show us where. Everyone seemed just fine with that solution and off we trotted behind this guy. It's possible that I am the only one in the group who always assumes people who offer to show/take us somewhere are trying to sell us into white slavery. They're not, obviously, since we are all still free and fine - but I guess I'm just paranoid. The man DID take us to a bus depot where we were told to wait for bus 6H. We waited nearly 45 minutes before someone finally told us to take the 116. The bus ride home was long and bumpy and I kept falling asleep, but then the bus would blare is horn and that would jerk me awake again. Once we got off the bus we took an auto home and I went straight to bed. My hair probably needed to be washed but I was SO tired. So I dragged my mattress out to the living room where it is coolest and we have made our communal bedroom.
I was actually really hungry too, but sleep definitely won out over food. I remember hearing Sarah offer to make people ramen, but then I was out.
Sunday morning Sarah, Isabelle, and Janie all put on their fancy saris. I felt a little under dressed next to them, but at the same time, I wore my cream and cold kurta and is was ADORABLE.
Church is at 9:00 which at home is a real struggle, but here I wake up at like 7:00 every morning. So Sarah, Janie, Isabelle, Courtney and I took an auto to church. Lauren and Christy left earlier to the morning to visit a village that has fluorine poisoning. Sarah played the piano for sacrament, because I don't think anyone in the ward can play. The speakers were very good and I felt blessed that the meetings were all in English. Janie's brother served a mission in India, so she was telling us that it is actually a requirement here - you have to speak English to be baptized. She wasn't entirely sure on the reason, but thought it was something to do with making sure that the doctrine was taught clearly and exact - without getting anything confused or too related to Hinduism. The power went out partway through sacrament meeting, but they had a back up generator, so the lights and microphone still worked. The piano and air conditioning, however, did not. But it came back on pretty quickly. The Sunday school room was much cooler than the chapel, but the relief society room was SO hot. The power had gone out again before relief society and that room has a BIG window, so the heat was nearly unbearable. The power came back one, but it was too hot for the AC to salvage. Thankfully, they have water coolers in the hallways - like actually COOLERS. Coldest water I've had this whole trip. Indians apparently don't drink cold water. Even at restaraunts, if you want chilled water, you have to order bottled water. After church, we went back downstairs to teach music/piano. We found an empty room that was gloriously cold and just sat in there until the classroom we were teaching in was free. We worked mostly on note values. And by "we" I mean Sarah and Isabelle. I helped a little, but I am so awkward. I'll get the swing of this whole teaching thing, I just need to remember to jump in feet first. We taught music for about an hour.
Heading home we found an auto driver who was very friendly and gave us his number so we could call him for a ride any time. We actually have called him a few times. He is as taken by Janie as everyone else is. Part of that is also because she is so incredibly friendly. Our auto driver's name is Sami. He was born Hindi but converted and is now Islamic. He speaks four languages! After lunch we all took naps. I was so exhausted but was having a hard time falling asleep, so I put in an audio book and listened to that for a while. I ended up sleeping until quite late. I woke up for dinner, but was still SO tired. But I knew if I went right back to bed, I wouldn't sleep through the night. I ate some dinner, facetimed with my mom, and then we had a pow-wow. We discussed the projects that are going no this week and who will be going where. Sewing is only on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, so on Tuesday and Thursday I will be going on the regular HELP projects. I don't know if I've mentioned, but I am here through HELP International, but as a part of a special group called "makers." We are here specifically to teach a little more arts and crafts type skills like sewing and jewelry making. HELP usually does projects that focus more on hygiene and health etc. Christy is here as a part of the regular HELP project team, so she and Lauren work on those all week. The rest of us have our maker projects M-W-F and participate in the HELP projects T-TH. We also planned what we will do this coming weekend (I think we are going on an overnight trip to a fort...?) and what our culture night will be this week. Though the truth is, I'm not really sure we DID decide. Haha. After our group meeting, we broke off into smaller groups to get ready for projects. Sarah, Isabelle, and I worked on making paper mock-ups of the first sewing projects we will be working on - petticoats and tank-tops to wear under their saris and kurtas. Then we went to bed.
This morning Isabelle, Sarah, and I went a bought a large piece of plywood...no, whatever it is that is all the wood shavings or whatever glued together...that we can paint with chalkboard paint to use in our sewing class. Then we headed out to our sewing class in the slums. Asia, Megan, and Janie came with us because they were going to be heading to jewelry making from there. They ended up staying through our whole first class before our partner came back to tell them where to go. So we teach two sewing classes, one from 11-1 and another from 2-4. We only have 6 machines and there were 13 women in our first class, so we divided them in half and I took 6 into the other room to show them patterning and to cut out the paper for their mock-ups while Sarah and Isabelle worked with the other 7 showing them how to thread the machines and work the pedals. I was nervous to be teaching something on my own, but it wasn't as scary or as difficult as I thought it would be. The language barrier made some things hard, so I mainly did a lot of showing. In my first group there was a woman with very good English, so she helped to translate a lot. I didn't have any measuring tapes or anything, so I just had them do a lot of tracing of the mock-ups I already had. One of the hardest things for me is that people here don't nod. So when they show me what they've done, and I tell them yes - the proper head movement is to bobble it from side-to-side. So I have been working on mastering the head bobble today. Since our language separates us, this is the easiest way for me to show approval. So if I come home bobbling my head at you, just know it's meant as a nod. A lot of the ladies can't say my name, so they call me Lisa - which really isn't any different from home. Haha! In between classes we take a lunch break. Sarah was going to make us PB&J this morning, but the bread was moldy. She had just said "oh well" and that we would buy something at the shop nearby. But my mother has trained me well, so the mom in me packed a lunch for everyone. It's not like I have much, but I took a protein bar, chex mix, and fruit snacks for the three of us. Then all we had to buy was water. Though this whole trip has been one big expense, I was still raised as a saver and a planner. Haha. There were a few less women in our second group, so I just took everyone to do patterning first and then sent them in to sew as they finished. There were these two adorable girls, Poosa and Sharin who hung around me a lot.
Sharin had very good English and would translate for Poosa. They were the last ones finished cutting and there were no machines available, so they asked if they could work in the room with me. They helped me clean up the paper from the floor and then I taught them to sew buttons. When we had finished sewing buttons I asked them if they would like to go see if there were any free machines and Sharin said "Will you come help us?" So I went in to help. Poosa ended up working on a machine with Isabelle and I helped Sharin. They are treadle machines so first I had to help her figure out the pedal. She kept doing it so that the machine would sew backwards. We finally figured it out so she could make it go forwards, but she's so little she has to have one foot to push the back and one foot to push the front. In the end, four of our six machines weren't working so she couldn't actually sew anything, but I made her promise to come back on Wednesday. She asked me to bring English books so that I could help teach Poosa English, so I will have to see what I can find. I may end up just making her some flash cards because I don't know where to find a simple children's book in English. I also don't even know how to teach English, but we'll just go with it. Sharin speaks it really well, so she can help Poosa during the week.
Now I am at home, blogging, and waiting for Sarah and Asia to come back with dinner. I keep thinking about how hungry I am and nearly getting up to find food - and then I remember it's coming. I also keep thinking about how dirty I feel. I honestly feel like I am just caked in dirt. I am nearly mortified by the amount of dirt and dust under my fingernails - yes Mom and Dad, THERE IS DIRT UNDER MY FINGERNAILS - and I've just had to give up trying to clean it out because more just collects. The power continues to go out two or three times a day - last night it went out twice. The heat woke me up and I doused my shirt in water, just to have it come back on 10 minutes later. And then I was freezing, so I had to go change tops.
In other news, we have a pet lizard. We haven't named him yet, we probably should. People keep telling me he will eat our cockroach, but since it's bigger than him I worry it will end up the other way. Also, none of us have seen the cockroach since the original sighting, so hopefully he went back to wherever he came from.
Tomorrow I am headed to a boy's hostel to teach math, I think. Haha! That'll be great. Everyone enjoy the Memorial Day holiday! I'm seriously craving a hot dog, and I don't even like them - so there's that. And Happy Birthday Shelly! I'm sorry I'm missing it, but I promise to bring you a present from India!
It sounds like you are having a great experience. I am so enjoying your blog xxxxx
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