Hi! I’ve been in India a whole week, and I just keep loving it more and more. I haven’t been able to post as soon as I’ve liked, because I am staying with the girl, Rachael, who is going to Northfield, MN, and I didn’t bring my laptop along.
On Sunday, Nadeem, (a rotarian), picked me up and brought me to his house. Nadeem is a physical training consultant, (he owns gyms and has his picture on posters all around Hyderabad), and his wife teaches at a special ed school. They have two daughters, Namira and Nabeeha, who are 12 and 10, respectively. These girls are absolutely amazing and I love them.
The first thing they did was stuff me. They fed me amazing food, more amazing food, some more amazing food, and then tried to feed me even more amazing food. Then they gave me biscuits and chocolate. I’ve only just started to be hungry again.
After we ate we went up to the terrace to drink chai, as the power was out and it was hot in the house. There the girls kept me busy
1. Playing hopscotch. Have you ever actually played hopscotch? You draw the blocks, then throw a stone into the first, then the second, then the third one. Each time you have to skip whichever block the stone is in, and pick up the stone on your way back without falling or going out of the lines. So if that’s not hard enough, you have to throw the stone (aka tiny little shard of cement) into, (and ONLY into), the block of the level you’re on. Miss and you lose your turn. Forget to pick up the stone and lose your turn. Step in the block with the stone in it and lose your turn. Fall and lose your turn.
This is what I did every round: Lose my turn. The little girl who looked like she was 3 and had legs shorter than Teegan’s was better than me. Come to think of it, Teegan would have been better than me.
2. Turning cartwheels. Nabeeha wanted to learn how to do a cartwheel. Believe it or not, no matter how many times you pant how tired you are, 10yr olds never, ever believe you.
3. Running races. “Who can hop faster on one foot?” (not me).
4. Petting pigeons. The poor pigeon was obviously at the end of it’s career in flapping around and pooing. But the kids sprinkled grain on its head and made a puddle of water under it just in case it changed it’s mind and decided that it wanted one last meal. Awwww <3
5. Making faces. In case you were wondering, there is no end of fun that can be had with a front-facing camera. Just in case you were wondering. I’m sure my papa already knows.
At the end of the night, Nadeem drove me to Rachael’s, where I’ve been ever since.
Rachael and I went to the school 3 days in a row to try to get a certificate stating that I was admitted as a student there so that I can extend my visa for the full year. The first day, we barely made it inside the gate before we were kicked out “for security reasons.” The second day, we managed to get the letter typed, and Rachael showed me around the school, but the principal had just been made Warden of the school and had disappeared to some high-and-important-but-utterly-inaccessible location, so we couldn’t get the letter signed. Today, (the third day), we finally got the paper signed, so hopefully I won’t get kicked out of the country.
In addition to securing one measly piece of paper, Rachael and I have:
1. Ridden in an auto. They’re little mini open taxis. My first time I was sure I was going to fall off the seat. Luckily I did not.
2. Bought me a Kurta, (It’s a tunic/dress, traditional women’s clothing, and it’s really really pretty), and a pair of Chappals (shoes).
3. Finished up all the stuff Rachael needs to leave.
4. Had lots of chai.