Week 1

The people here are a lot more patient. The WiFi/internet here sucks, everything takes forever to load and if you want to talk to your parents, too bad, you're gonna cut out at least a dozen times. The government electricity only lasts about a third of the day, so they have to have back up generators if they want to keep the fans going and the air moving. This house is actually one of the only ones in the area to have electricity or air conditioning, so I can deal with the frequent black outs and the slow internet, because I've learned how much I really love constant cold air flow.
I've really been adopted as a daughter. I feel very loved and very taken care of. Actually, last Sunday, Ved took me and some of the Workaway people out to town to experience the feel and taste the very strange food. The food which my stomach has not quite become accustomed to; its only been a week and I'm already done with curry... While in town, Ved made me suck on tree bark, which was strangely sweet, but in like a newly cleaned bathroom sort of way.
So many little children on the street, it was about nine at night and the city was still going. The children were still begging, they stand there and watch you eat with their puppy dog eyes, they don't leave. Your heart hurts just looking at them, but you know that if you give them anything they'll never leave and all their friends will come to. That was the moment I wish I had all the money and food in the world.
Ved's oldest daughter, Sargam showed me around the thirty-six acre farm. Its a very stunning flat plain, very rain forest like. And so humid that the moment you step outside you're dripping with sweat and sticky with the heat, and no shower's gonna fix that.
I then was taken on a bike ride to a beautiful sacred pond that has been littered with plastics and trash, that's how all of India is, riddled with garbage everywhere. They believe that the inside of the house is their responsibility, but the outside is fair game. I was unable to get any pictures as I was a bit afraid to stop. The people here don't believe that staring is rude, and it defiantly pertained in this case. I have never been more stared at in my entire life, looks of interest, looks of disappointment, looks of lust. You can bet it made me feel unbelievably uncomfortable.
My days have finally been planned, starting tomorrow I volunteer at a women's co-op for an hour, teaching English. Then I make my way over to the school to help out under the english teachers, and every Wednesday I'll be teaching the lessons at the school, to 12-14 year olds. I'm terrified and feeling very unqualified. Where do I even begin? But, God is with me and through God I can do anything.
"I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandment unto the children of men, save He shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which He commandeth them." (1 Nephi 3:7)
I will have a girl shadowing me throughout my day, she is trying to learn english to become a flight attendant. I'm super excited about her, and having a friend my age. Haha.
I wont lie. This week's been hard. It has gone on forever and has been so draining. I'm calling it a game. A game that only extroverts can win. But I know that I will forever cherish this experience and how hard it was, because it has pushed me beyond what I thought were my limits. The rest of the nine weeks I'm here I will live by what President Hinkley's father told him , "Forget Yourself and Go to Work." I challenge you to do the same. Lets see if we can change the world:)

 Did you know that you can make 400% more money here if you can speak English?

 The woman from the Co-op. They're also sewing the clothes I'll be wearing while I'm here. They are huge pioneers here, as women aren't respected or really considered people. I'm so excited that I might be able to change their lives and the lives of the people around them.