Wednesday, February 25, 2009

more than meets the eye: the deeper stories

Just a few days ago I sat with one of the nuns, sister magada, talking in hushed tones as she shold me the stories of some of the girls at the orphanage--most of the girls acctually have parents, but the majority have drunken and abusive fathers, and hard-working tripple-jobed calloused mothers. She pointed to Glory--an amibitious 10th grade, amazingly brilliant, sweet, joyful, talented young girl. Glory is so motivated that I have not doubt that she will do amazing things within her life. She wants to graduate college, become an army officer, and see America. She is a singer, an artist, and just an overall joy to be around. Sister Magada was telling me that Glory's father physically/verbally abuses Glory, her mother, and her sisters. I have never heard Glory so much as utter one single complaint within my whole time knowing her. I have only seen her love for others. It blows me away to think about how self centered I can be about my seemingly pointless problems and concerns.
Next the nun pointed out a little 2nd grader named Mary giggling with some of the other girls. She then proceeds to tell me Mary's story. She tgells me Mary's father died when she was very young and her mother fell sick last Christmas....Mary's mom passed away during the Christmas vacation with Mary in the house. This was not discovered until 2 days after her mothers death; in other words, a 6yr old girl lived in the house with the corpse of her mother for 2 days fending for herself before being taken into custody of the orphanage. She has not relatives to speak of, and is currently being sponsored to attend St. Mary's. I found myself wondering how life even goes on after something like that. How a 6 year old recovers from the knowledge that there is no one in this world to stand up and claim her as their own. It made me wonder whether she knew whether her mother was dead; whether she dreaded being seperated from the only family she knew, whether she thought her mother was just sleeping, or if she was fully aware just bidding her time wondering if she were next, or if even perhaps it were denial that kept her from seeking help.
The nun then explained that all of these girls who do have family livein the slums. I asked if I could go into the slums (which is a huge risk being a white woman) and has thus far been off-limits for me (I've asked my teachers, indian friends, etc. and no one has recommeneded it, or said they would take me.) But the sister said that next week we would pray and then go and visit some of the girls homes to open up my eyes. So I'll def. let you know when it's happening so you can pray for my safey as well for my heart--I know it will be shattered into a thousand pieces for these people.
Anyways these are are just two of 100 stories; two of 100 broken hearts fighting to hold the hand of the only one who could not even fathom their pain. It made me wonder...does my unbrokeness attract these girls? Is it refreshing to have someone untainted by the atrocities of a mean world around? Im starting to think that its not just my white skin and blonde hair that attracts these girls...its gotta be something much deeper than that. It remindes me of 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. The Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort that we ourselves have recieved from God." Did God bless me beyond belief with an AMAZING family who suuports and loves me no matter what, and an amazing circle of friends that provide an amazing support system and safety net to catch me when I fall so that I could bless these girls with just my presence? This is the only way I can look at my life and justify the immense blessings that I have recieved from God.
All I can say that if this trip hasn't changed any lives or even remotely touched any lives it still has been worth every penny, every second; transforming me and my perspectives. Molding me into a young woman aware of a world so much larger than myself and everything I've always known. Opening my eyes, broadening my horizons, and changing my heart forever.
with love for all of you,
Rebecca Ann

Glory and I, apparently I was distracted here

Mary is the one in the mickey mouse shirt

a bit of self-reflection

breath taking....I saw dolphins jumping as I watched the sunset from shore.....a moment I will keep with me forever and pull out whenever I need a bit of peace

Journal Entry from 2.21.2009


So today we went fishing at 7:30am at Andrews insistance. At first I was a little doubtful when I saw the shanty boat, but it turned out to be alright. So we went with a 15 yr boy named Sandy, and his father. WHile we were out in the ocean all I could think of was that sandy reminded me of the disciples. A very poor, young, uneducated fisherman. The disciples must've been like that.


Anyways Andrew and I are both burnt to a crisp from yesterday (my chest mainly) and his entire body. You see, Andrew was in charge of buying the sunscreen--bad idea. I was surprised when he came back with SPF 15 but didn't question him. After he got fried yesterday he exclaimed "I dont understand!!! That sunblock shoulda been good for 15 hrs" Turns out all 21 years of Andrews life hes always thought the SPF# was the # of hours it blocked the sun--poor guy; I informed him and he felt like a huge idiot. So today we're both spending the day on the porch of the shack in hammocks, enjoying the breeze and the veiw, but avoiding the sun.


This trip has been amazing! Last night Andrew and I laid out under the stars on blankets just talking about what God means to us, whare are perceptions of God is, and several other religious topics. He's really discovering himself and his faith this trip, and it's been very cool to watch him take that journey.


From the moment I felt God put India on my heart at 3am in Bowling Green, KY, to the divine way God used the unexpected to provide money, to all the small, odd details that worked out more than perfectly, to allowing God to use my story to touch the hearts of the ones I love, and now the several other countlss oppourtunities that I have daily, I cannot sit here and see all of this unravel and say that this was all mere coincidence. Theres no way! It simply amazes me that some people can believe there is no God. You couldn't have left all of this up to chance....Im certain it wouldn't have worked out so perfectly if it were just fate or coincidence. No, it has only further concreted my faith in God, and His ever-present workings in our life. Who knows how many unforseen reprecussions this trip, my story may have. Perhaps none, bt if any ALL glory to God. Even if not a single life were affected by this trip, I know my own life is being shaped and molded. My woldveiw, my naievity, my compassion, and love are all being shaped and matured. Im being transformed from a wide-eyed naieve Kentucky good'ol' christian girl who only knows the comfort of white-middle-class suburban American, God-fearing culture into a slightly more pensive, slightly more understanding of the worlds atrocities and beauties, and slightly less naieve and thus more heartbroken young woman. A girl who's never known the true pain of hearbreak to a young woman, still barely grasping the concept, but witnessing it all around. Some say heartbreak matures a person which makes sense--you become less blissful and naieve and it is perhaps why girls mature faster than boys:they tend to get their hearts broken so much more than boys. If that is infact the case Im maturing by the day here. God has blessed me with compassion beyond my own understanding, which means that my heart breaks for those who have broken hearts. In India there is certainly no shortage of broken hearts.


I can say for fact that I will come back a different person; perhaps the changes will not be too noticable, maybe a little more careful with my words or actions, or maybe...just maybe I'll come back so changed that you may have to 'meet' me all over again-like an old friend who moved away 15 years ago. I can't be sure because its like seeing if you've lost weight--you don't notice it because its so gradual, but those who havn't seen you notice right away.


Just a fraction of the self-reflection that I've been doing here in India, and thought I'd share it with you....its kinda personal, but I think it's vital in telling my WHOLE story.


I love and miss you so much, with all my love,


Rebecca Ann


Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Goan to the beach (didya catch the pun?)

watching dolphins from shore!!! the little fisher boy took my camera while I was taking pics (or trying to take pics of the dolphins) and took pics of me watching the dolphins
yea....be jealous!

sooooo gorgeous!


Journal entry 2.20.2009--



So Wed. night Stefan invited me to be his date to a fashion show for a prestigious Italian brand called Ferragamo It was at a 5star country-club hotel. It was open-bar (sponsored by petrone) and just very classy. I felt like a rockstar because when Steffan and I walked in several magazine photographers took our picture infront of the sponsor background and Stefan said theres a 95% chance our pic would be featured in the 'Hot Happenings' section of some magazines. I felt pretty classy with my black heels, black tank top, dark jeans, and diamond earings, mangojuice in one hand (complete with umbrella), silver clutch purse in the other, adn black scarf around my neck. First time in my life Ive ever felt so prestigious and chic. It was a lot of fun but def. made me think....just 4 hours earlier I had been with some of India's most underprivilaged (at the orphanage) and now I was surrounded (and easily accepted) into the circle of India's elite. Two extremly different worlds that I experienced within 4 hours of each other. Both places I was warmly accepted, both places I seemed to adapt and adjust to easily. The fashion show was a lot of fun, but my heart belongs to the less forunate for sure. Hearing a chorus of 'AKKA AKKA" makes my heart flutter more than hearing "Madame". But being able to say that I've been to a fashion show is very cool. It was a legit fashion show. I kept thinking of Megan Held the entire time ("Megan would be SOO jealous right now")



Anways I returned back to the hostel around midnight and fell into a deep sleep....only to be awaken by TERRIBLE cramps around 3am. I started throwing up on and off for about 2 hours and at about 6am I called Mrs. Kutty to inform her I wouldnt be at school because I was sick. She arranged a Doctors apt. for me at 11am and told me to try and sleep. I slept on and off and called my mom crying--partly out of exhaustion, partly disappoinment bc I was supposed to leave for Goa that day, but mostly because of pain--the cramps felt like sure fire contractions! As all good moms do, she calmed me down and it was just soothing to hear her voice. Gopal came and picked me up and took me to the doctors. As it turns out I had an upper-digestive tract infection (which is funny that just the day before I had predicted in my journal that I was going to run myself sick soon....whatdya know!?) The doc gave me 2 antibiotic shots in my hand which took about 7 or 8 jabs before he got the vein each time (which turned it a beautiful purplely-brownish bruise) and then perscribed 2 oral antibiotics. He reccommended sleep, coconut water, and aviod Indian food for 12 hours, but that I could travel and would be feeling better within a day. So I slept the entire taxi ride to the airport, the entire plane ride, and the entire first night we were in Goa. Andrew and I rented these small shacks (that cost about $8 a night per person) and they are LITERALLY on the beach--no joke, 5 steps from the shack and your on the beach. Its amazing!



I wish I could describe Goa--its absolutly breath-taking. The only place that I can compare it to is Jamiaca; except less commercialized and more secluded. Its gorgrous! So for all of you who said i was crazy for coming to India, please picture me sitting on the beach eating fresh fruit salad w/ice cream and ask yourself whos crazy!? Me for coming of your for not? Anways I love and miss you all sooooo very much and wish I could be enjoying Goa with you!



lots of love,



rebecca ann

The Great Panty Party 2009 (india edition!)

PANTIES!!!!
journal entry 2.18.2009--
First of all I just want to say I LEAVE FOR GOA TMRW!!!! Im super-stoked. A beach vacation sounds perfect right about now. A change of pace may just be a good thing for me. Ive been running constantly and am kind of afraid that Im going to run myself sick (bad habit of mine).

Anways my uncle Chris is in town!!! We hung out Sun. and Mon. and its been so refreshing having not only Americans around, but family. Sunday Chris and his coworker Rodell (sp?) picked ANdrew and I up early morning and we went to Barnghetta National Reserve which is a safari type place. It was pretty cool: we saw native deer, bears, lions, and tigers....Oh and also monkeys and elephants!

After that we went out for lunch: Chris, me, Andrew, Rodell, Vishnu, Krishna (and his wife). I insisted that Chris try my favorite Indian dish-- Masala Dhosa. Even Rodell (who is super cautious about Indian food tried it) and it was a hit! Overall it was an extremly enjoyable day!

Ok so sidestory: So after reading my last post, my dad felt touched and humbled (just as I had) about the girls mere # of underware. From what I understand he contacted my uncle chris and his wife (my aunt susan) to see what the possibilities of sending some underware for the girls might be. My aunt susan and uncle chris (also touched by the story) decided to help buy underware and filled an entire suitcase with girls panties. (I kinda wish my uncle had gotten stopped in the airport and questioned as to why he had an entire suitcase filled with three hundred some panties which woulda made this amazing story quite funny!) I had NO idea of all of this until Chris showed up at my hostel with the suitcase. I was so overwhelmed and just completly awed! Its funny how god moves hearts...its funny how this trip to India is not about just me and my heart but ALL the lives of people who have been touched by this trip, all those who are praying and all those who supported this trip. Taking a step back tgo observe the grander scheme of things litterally takes my breath away.

Anyways Monday I invited Chris and Rodell to go to the orphanage and help distribute panties. It was a lot of fun! We called it the panty party of 2009 (India edt.) The girls were really shy around the guys at first, but once they whipped out their cameras, all shyness disappeared! The girls called them 'uncles' and it was absolutly adorable! To see 2 grown men surrounded by 100 innocent, curious girls was a sight I will not soon forget. During tea time we handed out the underware. The girls were all super excited about their panties and I just wish my dad and aunt susan could've experienced the girls' joy and seen their smiles. It was beautiful!!!

Anyways besides that I've been super busy with school/friends/work and apologize for the delay in updating this blog! Tmrw Andrew and I are catching our plane for GOA!!! WOO HOO! That's all for now!

much love,

me

Monday, February 9, 2009

wait.....Im a PE teacher?

Let me just start off by saying, my sincerest apologies for not updating this blog more regularly. You see the events of my life within the past week are such that need a lengthy blog to give them justice. I've had many oppourtunities to write short blogs, but I knew that a short blog would only be a cop-out for everything going on in my life. So I hope your ready because this is about to be a very long blog! So last Tue I was walking to the grocery and I passed by St. Joesephs School...for some reason I felt led to go in. But it was 7p and starting to get dark and I knew that I needed to just head home. The next day (wed) I went to tea with Vanessa (the Irish lady that I met on the walking tour of Bangalore) and we started talking about NGO work. I asked her how she originally got involved and she replied that she just walked into a school one day asking if they needed volunteers--now I dont think it is mere coincidence that the day before I somehow felt drawn to St. Joesephs. So after tea I headed straight for St. Joesephs. I found my way to the principles office and talked to the Sister in charge. She seemed delighted by me, and maybe its my imagination, but slightly entertained by me. She told me that the PE teacher had recently gone for maternity leave and the school couldn't afford a new PE teacher. She asked if I would be interested in teaching the PE classes. Now let me pause to say that its funny how Gods will seems to work like a silver thread--weaving in and out of sight but somehow divinely linking seperate events of our lives together to create a beautiful quilt of our lives. I don't think that this summer was by any chance coincidence-the fact that I learned how to teach and coach pretty much every sport possible and that I will now use what I learned this summer 8 months later. From the middle of Nowhere, Arkansas, with extremly wealthy children, to the 3rd largest city in India with the least wealthy children there is no way that I can look at the events of my life and consider it merely coincidence. It makes me wonder how God is going to tie in this 4 months into the rest of my life--is He preparing me to live in India for the rest of my life? Or just teach me through this experience to help guide me in endeavors in America?
So anyways we agreed to times that I would be working (teaching 2 periods of PE everyday from 2p-4p) and then going to the connected orphanage to help the girls with their homework and share tea time and recreation time with them until 7 (when it gets dark and I need to walk home) So some quick facts about St. Joesephs: its an all-girls school for mostly underprivilaged girls who are sponsored to come to school (there are a few who are wealthy enough to attend without help), it is run by a bunch of nuns (who don't look like nuns because they wear orange saris and rosarys to indicate they are nuns), it has a connected orphanage/boarding house that 120 girls live (most of them have one working parent, but that parent cannot care for them) The sisters are strict but seem to be extremly fascinated by me (asking me to teach them American dances, games, and songs.)
So Thursday was my first day of work--I arrived a bit late because class went over, and Sister S. wanted to give me a tour of the campus so I didn't end up teaching PE that day. I did however, go to the orphanage that day and have tea time and study time and play time with the girls. I felt awkward because all the girls didn't know how to treat me--whether I would be strict as the sisters and they needed to be wary or if they could love on me like family. Tea time is half an hour, study time is 2 hours, and play time is half an hour. I didn't get to prove myself until playtime when the girls saw that I was just there to love on them. To laugh with them, hold them, compliment them, and just be there for them. Thats when they started calling me "Akka" which in the local language translates to 'big sister' (not like what they call the nuns but a term of endearment) Which if you all know me well enough you know that the girls calling me Akka thrilled me (when I learned what it meant.) You see the sisters are very strict and won't let the girls sit on their laps, or hold their hands or anything but these girls don't ever see their famlies and I believe that children need physical love as well as emotional love so I now know my purpose at the orphanage. I found myself torn--between playing with all the little ones (4yrs-10yrs) and hanging out with the older high school girls. At one point I was completly surrounded by highschool girls asking me a million questions about America. How I got my skin to be white? How American girls were so thin? Why was I not wearing a more skanky outfit? If my arm hair was naturally blonde? crazy questions that I would never have even thought about before. The girls were asking that if they came to America if their skin would turn white. It was cute. I think every aspect of my physical being was complimented--"your hair is lovely", "your eyes are lovely", "you have beautiful skin", etc. What they don't realize is that I think they are a thousand times more beautiful with their chocolate brown eyes, mahogany skin, and bright white smiles. I got to witness prayer time which was very interesting--the girls sit meditation style, closing their eyes--at the end they all say "Ohhmmm" like in meditation (which means peace) Its so interesting to see how people of the world worship in different ways and learn that the way that you worship is not the only way. 7p rolled around and I headed home-promising all of the girls that I would be back Fri.
Friday I went to the school at 1030a (I dont have college class on Fri) and taught PE all day. I taught tag, freeze tag, tug of war, sharks and minos, farkle tag (summer camp game), elbow tag, and several others. The girls at the school loved playing games and participating and I found myself playing all of the games with them. By the time 4p rolled around I was exhausted! I had tea with the girls, but left before study and play time. I came back and fell asleep for a few hours until going out that night with some girls from the hostel. We went to the Hard Rock Cafe which was fun, but the girls kept commenting on my red face...I felt really hot too, but not sick. After the Hard Rock I came home and went to bed. Saturday I headed over to Andrews about 12p to do some reading on the roof--the 3 minute walk from my place to his EXHAUSTED me and I couldnt understand why. I love to sit in the sun and read but I just did not feel like sitting in the sun, so I went inside his house and fell asleep. Andrew woke me up about 30 minutes later for lunch and commented again on my red face. I told him I was really hot, and he felt my forehead and was like "Wow, you def. have a fever!" He gave me a thermometer and sure enough I had a 100 degree temp. So I headed home (which again exhausted me) and fell asleep for 5 hours. I woke up later and opted out of meeting up with the gang to just rest a little bit. Later, around 10p I decided I was going to head to the nearby coffee shop and grab some Chai and just take it easy. I ended up running into Mayank, a friend that I had met the weekend before at Marias birthday party. He asked if I would mind if he joined me for coffee, and so we had some coffee. After that he told me that some friends of ours (also from marias party) were coming over to his house to just hang out for a little and invited me to come along. I didnt feel feverish so I agreed--but just for a little while.....4am rolls around and Mayank finally dropped me off. The night was good and low-key--just a few of us in a circle with two guys playing guitar and all of us singing songs by Jason Mraz, Jack Johnson, etc etc.
Sunday was kind of early getting up because I told Shrutti that I would go to church with her and her family. We went to church at 815 which began with bible study, then the church service (which was 2 hours) and then fellowship which was about an hour. It was interesting because its a 'breathern' denominational church--which means they take the bible pretty littearlly. All the women had to cover their heads during church, and the men and women were seperated on either side of the church during service. It was a good service though! Pretty much church is an all-day affair. Shruttis family hired a van for the afternoon and invited a whole bunch of people back for lunch. It was fun just getting to know people and being in a family atmosphere with little ones running every direction. After lunch I again walked home and felt exhausted. I checked my temp and sure enough my face was bright red and a small temp of 99 degrees. I fell asleep until at 7 when Andrew called me and invited me to try a new resteraunt with him called Sea Land (which was surprisingly very good!)
After talking to Mrs. Kutty about my fever and fatigue she diagnosed me telling me that I was suffering from heat exhaustion. Which makes perfect sense because it all began Fri when I spent the entire day outdoors, playing tag with kids and neglecting to drink a lot of water. It explained why I felt so exhausted everytime I walked 3 minutes in the heat. So I've started making myself drink a whole lot more and havn't felt feverish or fatigued since.
Yesterday I taught PE--teaching Red Rover, and Sharks and minos to 8th grade girls. It was fun and after the school let out I was bombarded by about a thousand girls asking me if I would teach their PE class too--one girl came up after class and was like "Im so glad you taught our class today, the other grades were bragging about how they got you for a teacher and we were really jealous" It was very sweet. After school I walked into the orphanage to hear a chorus of "AKKA! AKKA!" and found myself completly surrounded by new loves--fighting to hold my hand and stand near me. I have to say yesterday I was tired and not wanting to go to work, but its amazing how even a few smiles can change my attitude. Im so glad that I went! Yesterday was 'panty check' in which all the youngest girls (grades Kindergarten-5th) have to bring their underware to be counted to make sure they havn't lost any. Apparently the young children have tendancies to loose their underware so there is a monthly count. It just blew my mind....there were about three girls how had 6 pairs of underware, and all the rest had either 2 or 3 pairs. (the girls with only 2 pair, would hold one pair, because they were wearing their second pair) It was quite a humbling experience....knowing that in my hostel sat more pairs of underware then probablly all of these girls combined--not to mention that there are more at home (I tend to overpack underware...doesn't everyone?) Thats when I decided that at the end of my trip Im donating all of my tshirts, bras and underware to the girls at this school. I dont have enough items of clothes for all the older girls (I need 53--one for each girl) So Im going around and asking my friends if they have a tshirt or shorts to donate. And I think for the younger girl I will give each of them a pencil or something--the pencils that they use are little nubs and they even fight over these--its amazing how little they have!
There is so much more going on in my life--so many more thoughts, feelings, experiences, and everything else that I just don't have time to talk about right now....one of these days Im gonna find a time to just sit for like 4 hours and ATTEMPT to communicate all of my experiences on here. But until then I hope this little ammount of information is sufficient (I say little amount because in comparison to the grand scheme of everything *all my thoughts/feelings/observations* it is just a small proportion) .
I love and miss you, and cannot beleive that in 5 days I will have been here for a month! Its going faster than I wish and Im afraid that in no time I will be coming home not having been able to soak everything up, comprehend it all, or even process what I've experienced. I think about you often and pray for you!
with all my love
rebecca ann

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Random Thoughts and Low-Key weekends

woah....I just looked at my watch to see the date and had to check twice thinking my watch was wrong...then checked my cell phone to make sure that I hadnt set my watch wrong....Yup...its already Feb! I cannot believe it! Ive been here for over 2 weeks now and still so shell-shocked that I forget the date! As I was in the car today driving to school all I could think about is how surreal it feels to be here. I don't feel like Im in India...I just feel like I'min some city in the U.S.--India sounds to exotic...too impossible! The internet has been down since my bday so my apologies that it seems like FOREVER thatyou've heard from me! Im sure your just as anxious to hear from me, as I am from you! Well the past couple of days since my bday have been sort of uneventfulbut when I say uneventful its only because I've gotten used to it here...I no longer see everything with brand new eyes, and dismiss small details that I nowfind unimportant, but I know y'all would love to hear. So this blog is dedicated to the small details that I no longer think about after being here for 2weeks (Im going to have to think really hard about these since I don't think about them)....Ok so for example everyday when I go walking...either to Andrewsor the grocery, or to MG I always make a very important descion that could invariable effect the rest of my life; a descion I have never been faced with athome...whether to walk on the sidewalk or the street. You see at home we just walk on the sidewalk not a second thought in our minds right? Well here in India, its just as dangerous (if not more so) to walk on the sidewalk as it is to walk on the crowded traffic-jammed street where you risk getting hit at anymoment. So your probablly asking "why is the sidewalk not an automatic?" well honestly if given the choice I have found that 90% of the time I will choose towalk in the street. This is because the sidewalks are poorly made here....They are built overtop of the sewers and several of them collapse over time...I think I now know how the childrens game of "don't step on the crack or you'll break your mothers back" started. My theory is that it started in India...if a child falls through the cracks of the sidewalks perhaps their mothers next step onto that same fragile sidewalk resulted in a concaving of the sidewalk inwhich the mother fell through to break her back. Just a theory but I might be willing to bet on it. Its just crazy that something so simple like a sidewalkwe take for granted everyday! Its funny how when you come to a completly new place you start to see everything back home with new eyes, and a new appreciation. Another example is the quite....I never really liked the quite back home, always finding myself blaring music to sound out the overwhelmingsilence, but here....well I forget what that quite sounds like. And its not India, its just Bangalore. It is one of the 3 largest cities in India, so itsunfair for me to make assumptions of ALL of India based on just this one city...it would be like a foreigner coming to NYC and thinking the whole country wasloud and obnoxious. So Im excited to travel outside the city to see how the rest of India is! Im sorry that Im just seemingly rambling...I will share with you what has happening in my life since my last blog (which was a little vague...my apologies!) So my birthday Fri was very relaxing and low-key. It was nice to just shop all day, enjoy American food, and spend my night enjoying the company of new friends. Saturday I slept in until 10am (which is WAY sleeping in for me since I've been here in India...its hard to sleep past 8am because of all the loud rickshaws!) I went over to Andrews for lunch and laid out for a while, and aroudn 2:30p Gopal picked me up and took me to a seperate part of town to take a city tour. Andrew didn't accompany because he was still recouperating from a stomach virus. Gopal dropped me off with some random strangers--to takea 6 mile walking tour of the city. I have to say, I wasn't thrilled about it--a historic tour of the city in mid-day with no one I knew, but it ended up being a very fun experience! Its a group that holds these tours once a month, and a lot of the people there were regulars. There were about 30 of us (sometourists, some history junkies, and some excersize gurus) and it was at a slow enough pace that people just jostled around the group meeting new people andconversing for a while. I met several people but only exchanged phone numbers with a few--the first lady that I spent most of my time with was an elder Irishlady, named Vanessa, whose husband is currently working in Bangalore. They have been here for 2 years and she said I remind her of herself when she was younger...she loved to travel (but for years at a time) and has been pretty much everywhere between India and Ireland. SHe left the tour early, but gave me her phone number and suggested we catch tea sometime. I think we are going to try and meet up on THur. for tea. She is currently doing service work on the other side of town, but said that she would ask around about service work on this side of town for me. Networking seems to be the best way of getting the things you want here in India. After she left I met two girls from South Africa who are here on scholarship as students of journalism. They asked me a few questions for their paper and I exchanged phone numbers with one of them. They both were funny, and texted me later that night saying they were glad to have met me, and that we should hang out soon! It still amazes me how easy it has been for me to make friends. The walk itself was fun, but the main thing I got out of it was some more friends. I took lots of pictures though because I felt safe being in a large group of people. I havn't taken as many pictures becausethe Indian people don't recieve it very well--so I try to retain my compulsion to take a million pictures always. We started out at one of the first movie theatres in India (the sign outside still reads 'talkies') which was interesting, being a student of media and all. We got to tour the theatre and see the film reels (which are the original ones from the early 1900's.) We then moved to a small gym that has been functioning also since the early 1900's. After that we went through a market, and visited a mosque, and went to a square, and we ended up a a huge cathedral which was gorgeous. After my tour of the city I came back exhausted and took a small nap. I told the hostel girls that I would go to one of their European parties (it was a girlnamed Maria's birday) which was fun, I taught them 'Never have I ever' game and felt like the life of the party cracking jokes and being talkative. I got to meet kids from all over the world (they're all a part of an orginization called ISAC--its an intern orginization) which was fun to meet more people. Sunday, I woke up with a sour stomach and felt that if I went to church with Agusta I might have diareah and didn't think that would be pleasent, so I had to rain-check with Augusta. The rest of the day Stefan, Andrew and I sat outside on Andrew's roof just talking, relaxing and hanging out in the beautiful weather. All in all it was a very relaxing and low-key weekend. Today I had class (dancing, yoga, and literature) and have found myself doing loads of reading and hwthat I've been assigned! Its crazy how much reading I have! I went to the grocery and due to my extreme thirst I bought 4 different kinds of juices--guava, mango, pomegrant/lime, and papya. I walked to another NGO that I had researched which is very close to my house, but unfortunatly I didn't get to talk to anyone. Its called St. Joesephs home for abandoned babies. I tried calling them several times but for some reason the number is not working. So I will prob.try to walk there again tomorow to see if there is any volunteer oppourtunity there--so please pray for that! Im starting to get frustrated with it all, anda little anxious to start! ANyways I miss you all soooo much! I can't wait to talk to you! WIth lots of love, Rebecca Ann

ps. two finals thoughts: Im watching VH1 right now adn they are showing a Destiny's Child music video right now "Bills Bills Bills'--haven't heard this since I was in 6th grade! Crazy! Also my apologies for the long time since you all have heard from me, the internet has been down and it doesnt help that Ive been really busy!