India keeps amazing me every day. The people are extremely friendly and seem to be happy all the time. If you saw a group of students taking pictures of you walking down the street I don’t think people back home would be smiling and waving. Also, they are so deeply rooted in their culture and values. One of the most important aspects of the Indian
culture is religion. It has only been 4 days here in India, but we see prayer and temples and icons scattered around the city that we don’t even notice any more. Spirituality is so important , they don’t just go to the temple or say a prayer before bed, it is incorporated into daily everyday activities. Also, they are so eager to share they religion with you, not to convert you or prove that they are better but simply because they want to share themselves and their culture with us. As we were pushed around the busy streets, 2 people in a group quickly stopped at a Sikh temple. Not all of us went in because we skeptical about leaving our shoes with a man on a cart in the busy streets, but while waiting and taking pictures of the outside I noticed people not just looking at us (like every single other person we have ever crossed paths with here in India) but also signaling us to go inside take a look around.
Poverty here is very in your face. It is not so much beggars, but rather the tarps and makeshift homes that line the city streets and along the road. They seem to just prop up anywhere; you could see a family camped out in the middle of a traffic circle. I get seem to get over how contrasting India is as a whole. As we travel away from the business though,
most of the surroundings are very run down and littered. Waste is everywhere and piles of garbage accumulate along the streets. You also can’t escape how many people live here. There is never an area without someone about ten feet away from you. People are out in the streets, working on construction or their land, or most commonly just sitting in chairs in front of their tiny shacks. I think it has become so common, that we don’t actually realize how many people there are constantly surrounding us at all times, and all these people without a doubt stare at us like they have never seen an actually white person in their lives.
The food here is actually pretty good. We are now remembering taste and smells and can look at dish and know that it is cheese or has chicken or whatnot. I wouldn’t say that the food is terribly spicy, but each dish has a very distinct spice or flavor to it. One night after a play we walked around getting food, and I remember looking for a half hour for something “plain”. At 10pm I don’t think I could handle a heavy dish of heavily spiced food. I finally found momos, which are chicken dumplings, which of course came with a spicy sauce on the side!



