We've been here for two weeks as of today, or somethin like that. Its been intense. All the library stuff is coming along. We've run into alot of problems, but we have overcame all of them, and we should finish while we're here.
SO, I am turning Indian. I am relatively okay with eating curry and rice for three meals a day, 7 days a week. I am not really bothered by the fact that there are geckos, spiders, and other strange insects under my bed, over my bed, and on all the walls beside my bed. 99% percent humidity doesn't feel that bad, rain feels nice. I walk around barefoot in the dirt and rocks, playing cricket. Turning In-di-an, I think im turning Indian, I really think so.
I miss all my friends and family. well, I miss you a little bit I guess, but more, i wish alot of you were here and could experience all this with me.
we had pizza the other day. it was awesome. I didn't know we were having it so i ate a big meal of curry and rice at six thirty, then at 7 they were like "pizza is ready!" so i had to eat alot of pizza too. I ALMOST EXPLOSIONED.
I have been teaching the kids and the guys at the college alot of new songs, they love to sing and they always want me to teach them something or sing with them. the power goes out everyday at 930 so i gotta hurry up with this.
everyone is doin great. The Matthews are all doin good, Felisha is workin hard at the library cataloging, as is Kathryn, and I dont really know where Jean Luc is. I havent seen him in a few days. I think he ran off with the indian mafia or something. hahahaha Just kidding folks. He is here protecting us from all the insects and mosquitos. He was up at 530 this morning killing ants with a newspaper.
Some of the girls here are the nicest people I've ever met in my life. They always run off with my plate so they get to wash it when im done eating. they wont let me carry anything they always want to help. the 13 year olds act more mature than 16 year olds in America, at least thats how it seems to me. our time is half way gone, im not gonna want to leave.
ok the power is out, surge protector is keeping the computer on for a couple more seconds... gotta... go... byebye
ALEX
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Hey Alex! Cool to read your blog. I want pics!
So is the food spicy enough for you? I made Indian Chicken Vindaloo in the crockpot the other day...not bad!!! Who knows if Chicken Vindaloo is even authentic. Could be like Chalupas, or Gorditas at Taco Bell...probably couldn't get it in Mexico. :)
It was 34% humidity the other day. Icky!
Going camping this weekend...so I'll think of you if I see a bug.
Love you...don't stay there forever!
Sister Em
Alex, I am jealous. I want to be there with you. I can't wait to travel with you in the future. You sound like a perfect travel companion. Willing to go through anything and still love it! Can't wait to see you and hear about all of your amazing adventures. Justin
Hey Alex!
I'm so glad you're having such an awesome time in India! I'm praying for you guys! Tell all the little girls I send my love!
Oh, and when you get a chance, please tell Mrs. Mathews that I got a 5 on my AP Biology Exam! I didn't know how else to contact her this summer. (I also got 5s on my other tests too by the way.) Tell Mrs. Mathews I said thank you for preparing us so well all year! =)
I miss all of you and hope to see you all soon!
Love,
Heather <3
ALEX - We are waiting for some pictures!!!
It was great to hear all the great stories. When Bethany first came home she said she could of stayed in Indian if she could bring enough American food. Of course It was great to hear all the great stories. When Bethany first came home she said she could of stayed in Indian if she could bring enough American food. Of course we had to go to In and Out as soon as we got out of the airport. Bethany asks you to say hi to Anupama she wants to bring her back to America. And all the other girls she misses them alot. We are continuing to pray for you all to have good health and strength to finish the tasks before you head home.
Love, Penne
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